Editing - rough draft
In the quiet of the day
I find some darkness,
come to play
upon the fringes of my mind,
in the shadow of the day.
In the gloomy mist of morn
within the fog
that shall adorn
the vista of a waning night
my love appears,
in fey, phantasmic light.
From some corner of a nightmare
does she look and does she stare
like an owl, silent, sitting,
while I, hapless, unresisting
must succumb my mind and will.
You did not see me standing at your side
I wouldn't talk as you were resting
That you had been crying as an oceans tide
Soft tears flowed that’s what called me in.
Now how do I start to heal these ills of yours?
There is no need for another physical being
This Spirit of mine reached out to your shores
Now I can deal with your disrupted feeling.
You are a creature that is sure of what to do
a point of focus a Mother so very strong
That others cannot understand the real you
Now you struggle but know where you belong
I see the glistening webs
that hold all together
till the last hour of darkness
I commune in silence
sleep being a stranger
I donned a gown,
I am a night walker
the velvet dark
calls to me
the wet grass
squelches between
my toes
the indigo sky
covers my wonder
I am home
shooting stars
and satellites pass
the stars begin
their dim and
a lone silhouette
moves in the
almost light
what would I do with a middle-class, white, American woman?
probably turn to drugs
or alcohol,
while going broke,
trying to find and negotiate
her 'happy place'
as I painfully pretended to enjoy
the in-laws' family crap
and be force-fed whole gains, granola, and broccoli
talk!
she'd want us to TALK!
no no, that would be it
it would be over
so over
Now I recall
the young gal smiling away to glory...
did you run away
to make another...
Love story
Glad you return
and
have penned your words...
else I'd have remained in oblivion still
I have always been unheard
less seen
but memory has never
failed me ever
in between....
where ever one may go
Loved does follow
and
this all know
you too!
NUMEROUNO:
I bought some spicey brown mustard
spread it on a bologna sandwich
wow! it was good
I've never been so pleased
SAUCYGIRL1:
wow?!
that's so sad
NUMERUNO:
fuck you
JAYBIRD:
stick that balony up your ass faggot
NUMEROUNO:
who the hell are you, why you hatin'
JAYBIRD:
fuck you too she just xpressin opinion
NUMEROUNO:
fuck you too, too
I like balogna
why you relatting balony to sex , perv!
JAYBIRD:
get off my world I hate you
On this fall night the moon retreats
behind the growing overcast
as in the dark history repeats
deceit rampant as in the past
Within this city built on hope
the founders' groans float on the wind
as their dreams ride a slippery slope
have all their plans come to an end?
The people here now live in fear
of federal power run amok
a system which they once held dear
now bears no hope for better luck
Lucky Strikes
and coca cola
a screen erupts in light
phantasms
the lamps blaze
through the trick
teeth
like the magic of life
swooning on popcorn
and fresh love
the machine alphabets
speakers and thighs
The Spiders Intricate Web
Caught within the spider's web
I dangle from a silver thread
between the then and now
Morning dew rests heavy
on intricate design
wherein sleep the thoughts
of a conflicted mind
Set betwixt and between the two
a chasm of darkened shadow
the slightest of breath
may mean a death
will it be the spider or I
Pages
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.