The night is clear.
The moon shines.
It does not rain.
These are all good things
I’m standing at the top of those stairs,
“Maybe this is it. Maybe this is the time to fall.”
We was twins, me and Mike,
but we was nothin’ alike.
He was smart – real smart –
and I’m just a regular guy.
The stars were misaligned, my zodiac
brought chaos, poverty, not gold but brass.
the world whirled and took me with it
a cosmic carousel of dancing lights
The mist of Winter’s morning makes my soul weep ….
Tears of loss dampen my cheeks….
Their trail finds no smile upon my lips…
Loss leaves my heart frozen …
My mind yawns the…
I like to think perhaps you were afraid
of the emotions I roused in your heart,
and that was why, at last, I was betrayed;
…fry out…cry out…..
I wish I were smooth and silky,
easy to digest and good for you,
but I’m not.
Pink gin and cancer sticks, burning for you,
summer night sweaty alone in this bed,
wanting to dream but you’ve stolen my sleep
Seek out souls/sacreds
Allow some esotereric
Moaning from her rigid lips,
to get what she deserves,
The forest called to me in the rusty voice of autumn,
heavy with the passing of days but vibrant with the tang
only late October days can bring.
…begin my beguine…
,,,exquisite tapestry of Life.
Do you know why you’re here?
The creature by the doorway tells me I’m dead. Is that true?
Yes. Where were you born?
Groot-Zundert in the Netherlands.
When were you born?
The 30th of March…
…a feeling of want………