Brussel sprouts, spinach
Promise of their vile flavor
My childhood poison

there is a full moon out tonight,
it is a dreamer's moon pale and white.
still early nightfall, bags are packed
awaiting planned passage on a train.

Got my train ticket in my hand
Anticipation at the station
Conductor smiles and punches it
She points me to my seat, off I go.

A window seat is mine, what rapture
Turning off "my" light, I can see out
Harp to mouth, blowing sweetest notes
a call for "Me And Bobby McGee"

Are you sure?
For only $29.99 a month, we can guarantee
you a spot in the Emerald Green Valley,
a resting spot described as Heaven!

Care free, you can lay about with no worries;
no mowing, shoveling snow or litter.
Fresh flags for veterans, and mourners for the friendless!
We take pleasure in making your stay here a pleasant one.

Our employees will take care of your every need
and will wake you on the day of ressurrection
providing testimony as to your worthiness
to make sure that you aren't left behind

I've always been loyal
Might be my fatal flaw
Even when it hurt me
I just call things a draw

You never cared for me
I would've died for you
You'd flirt like a player
I did because I loved you

I put up with so much pain
So many things I shouldn't
Now, looking in the rearview
If I could go back, I wouldn't

Because you never cared
You never shed a single tear
I was only your backup plan
You were music to my ear

Sit in a window seat
for one last look at this place
Memories on that bench...
Never thought I would be leaving here
See what thinking gets you?

A good portion of my life
has been lived here
Now, off to a new adventure
"in my golden years" pah...
Nothing golden about them now

Two bags of clothes, a shaving kit
newly polished silver
nestled in my shirt and jacket
clinging to my neck,
like the last of the albatross

Aria, fairy of dusk
appearing
with the first
star.

Sweeping away
the reign of day
by her bidding.

With gentle touch,
introducing
sweet tendrils
of evening.

From which
velvet canvas
takes possession
of the canopy
as soon the
full moon rises.

First, low in the sky
horizon alight
with shy moonbeams,
she takes her place
amongst the stars...

With a solid winter wind
she blew out from the east
racing on skis with long strides
slicing through iridescent snow...

Remington Riffle slung low,
secured, over her back.
Shells in deep pockets,
of the blue nylon vest...
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Destination target west!
Feel the dot of red light
from a good mile away,
count the seconds as they fly.

Time in a heartbeat on high
a fraction of a single breath
when you put it to the test
impact is swift and final!

In striving to be different
We are all the same
For the very thing we want
Is to make a name

Too many times we wish for
Things we cannot obtain
Oh, how much I want to
Show just what I've gained

I'm not the same, I assure you
I have my dreams, you see
Yes, that's only thing so different
Between you and little old me

Quiet now...
in the wake
after such a tornado
of impassioned night,
of anger turned ingrown...
Her huge green eyes stare
(without) seeing,
forever on a fixed point.

I see the lost intelligence
fly away unfettered.
Once, she was a brilliant
tactician. Her downfall
was assuming sanity
where there was none!

An aching,
in the stirrings
of body and mind...
There it is
palpable!
Like the pounding in my chest.
the pain is fresh
newly born, in its infancy.
I am caught up
in the uneven rhythm
of a heart gone rigid
in the moment
of transformation
from abject torture
to smoking ash,
raining down gray
in the pitiless night...
All because she
laughed at me!
Her mirth has
poisoned my spirit...

(soon, she will learn...)