Eros in Flight
I watched him fall
feathers floating
loosely lightly
as his spiraling arc
sent him careening through
the ancient unbending
oak grove
Alas, is it poor Icarus?
wings of wax & goose feathers
decaying in the blistering sun?
possibly some poor
misshapen bird
too awkward for flight?
Ducking quickly
past tree limbs
towards the sound
of the sickening crash
Surprised to find Cupid
with his arrows
through his heart
I guess Love hurts...
Questioning the Question
Set me up
watch me fall
you enjoy this too much
Black heart speak
can you love me?
dark laughter mocking
intentions are misleading
every inclination screams in spite
self elevation
is the the only purpose left
to these suicide devices
looking for
the signs of flight
Black heart
can you hear me?
hide in your shadows
night won't last forever...
Imagination rambles in a sort of time stream of consciousness that is not quite aware of the myriad hallucination floating on the sailing sea in memory and afterthought astronaut flight in this outdated starflyer strapped to a scrap heap and burning in the late summer afternoon when I lost it all amidst the piles of unanswered postcards from another season of life in the valley of the shadow of dismay at the fact that I've made so little progress away from the winter of eternal conflict threatening to envelope everything I hold dear abby I can't seem to make up your mind when it doesn't matter anymore that we'll never have Paris between us she's way too high to notice that the view from Venus is rather jaded and she can't abide Mars and all his wandering ways to skin a cat there's more than I can say and less that means anything to you assuming everything ariel dances in my room and looks could kill when I dress to impress or forget to pay the rent and end up living on a freeway listening to signs and driving by feel this way again when I taste your lips against mine in the only kiss I ever want to know when I lose the only heart I have to give it away in the whispering wind where my lady's stairway lies and makes this world an illusory place where you have to understand the dream is over and out we've got ourselves a convoy rubber duck there's a phone call aimed at me tonight is something I just don't have the stomach to face up to in the morning when there's nothing left to say but I loved you and wonder where you might've run to...
The Last Spark Tonight
The bright lights downtown
Will shimmer in the hazy
Winter evening sky as the revelers
Clamor in the crowded streets
Near Times Square.
There will be many a sight to see
This new years rockin’ eve
As the music enfolds them
and the dancing begins
Living life in this moment
A brief glance within the whirlwind
Different emotional snapshots
Still frames on a crowded page.
Like the couple idly strolling in the moonlight
Awaiting midnight’s kiss
Or the laughter between friends at a bonfire
Remembering a weekend event.
A single teardrop stains
A pillowcase
As someone prepares to
Face a new year alone
Or the one a few blocks away
That tries to drown this year’s troubles
In bourbon and beer.
All theses stories
Fill the bottom of the hourglass
As every grain passes through
We shake the etch-a-sketch
And start anew
So let the nakedness of birth remind us
God still dreams of Eden
So too the last spark tonight
Sets the flame for another chance
at making things right.
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