| Part Deux You, the silent china owl screaming white noise into the night a corridor of doors closed too tight You, the pinching fingers in dark pulling me tenderly, pulling me apart a basket of worms writhing for soil as the sun bakes them one by one You, the sharp silhouette pulling my head back forcing my mouth exploring my nightmares with a torch and rope You, mama, momma, mia, me something of the same a little this, a little that petite accidents sweet, then sour, then.. violently snapped back bloody. |
| WAVE Sadness is a continually falling rain respite is sleep without dreams loneliness is a room full of people hunger is the pitch of your eyes communication is a rock buried in wet earth love is the fur of a passing dog you bend to pet angels live in trees beyond the house blood doesn't show when you wear all black cars pass in the night without their lights on children are born, adults are scorned silver is a dance played out under the moon and you, who are you? |
| Last Dance People back away from madness like the heart-attack in the street a crowd forms and disperses when one is called to action it's easier to watch than to do Today men jumped out of a car and hit another man the fight was between stop lights short and futile like most things like most things What are we afraid of that makes us turn our faces smile when we're embarrassed laugh when we can't cry dance when we're aching for so much more inside? I run from trouble like the mare being tamed by the stable hand I run from myself like the storm piercing the clouds and drowning a perfectly beautiful day with another kind of beauty and through the rain you can hear people calling for you different times ones you haven't chosen because you feel you can't and then you're old and wondering whether there will be a last dance? |
