"Do you Remember?"

 

 

Just a sip in the drink (brink of existence)

One step over
In a bar stool

 

A change of pace

Looking at the glass

From a different perspective.
 

“I can’t get out of me
and yet I can’t be me.”

 

Still not a cocktail--
not that refined

A whiskey--Scotch I think,
 old fashioned yeah?

 

½ empty, ½ full, does it matter?

Probably not!

 

It all ends the same--badly.

Down the hatch

Swallowed by sorrow

Demolished of my own accord

 

In the mouth of sadness

I sit in the madness

 

Of a familiar old place

A few lucid moments

In the quagmire

Of stupid

Stupor

Oh the liquor of life

What kind of liquid
can change the strife

Of a forgotten, drunken man--

 

Staggering in the world

Of confusion

 

Unable to find the door out

I guess I’ll just sit here.

Is it pointless?…

Is it meaningless?…

 

I don’t know, I guess.

 

I loved once

But it all ends similarly
 

On the stool

 

I can shit out a few words

Will they matter?

…this, my vision, my life…

Sipping the nagging view

Of a blubbering idiot--

Oh the rapport

Of a poet

Of the lost in thought…

Bleeding heart

Hears the knock

Of fatality.

 

　

The meeting of the Soul

The sun begins to set

Upon the horizon

Sit’s a bed of trees.

 

The long-fingers of shadows

Stretch upon the grass

As the last of light glistens upon her leaves

A dew begins to mo
On the shades of green and night

Begins to rise, as the vexing stars take their flight.

 

The wind she likes to hear

The whispers vesper

Calling out into a twi-light

 

Crickets no longer chirp

As clouds fall on the steeple pew

w/out a sound, my Love,
the darkness comes into view.

 

Park

A squirrel scurries through the blades of grass

As a motorcycle rips apart the silence of the town;

 

Punching the keys of his computer

Bugs, bug without a sound.

 

I wonder why we mingle

Out into the light

On this Fort Recovery bench

I try with all my might

To get his attention

 

For I am in need,

Does he notice me

Here--writing?

 

He wears glasses
 But still can not focus

 “The band plays on”, outside of sight

When you’re here, try being here, dear!

 Commerce not disperse, dispensing

The hemorrhoids of not acknowledging

The present---which sucks!

 

 

 

 

 

The Empire

I, a modern Caesar

Walking down the street of my own uncertainty

Come to the corner of walk and don’t walk

(must be somewhere near the Wall--

Street of my own indecision) ya know?!

 

I feel the impact of you Brutus

Hitting my leather jacket like a bullet jettisoning from a gun

You rip through the prison of my mind

Killing the very essence of my Being.
Why Baby, why? “Success.”--you say…I scoff

A blood-red tear drop

Falls from the wound

Of a friend--
 

Are you an enemy,

Or a fren-emy?

 

Curiously I fall

Face first to the ground

 

The echoes of the Phallic City

Cry without a sound…

 My Love is an Empire.

 

And Oh how the mighty have fallen

In the business of corporate demise

Who can hear the lonely cries

Of a melting pot, jilted by an individual shooting an individual--

Gang violence--nothing personal right?

 

 

“I turn upon the pages of her love and read upon each line a story.”

  “His story, a grace which blesses the very essence of my being. Love then Lost-- oh what a cost… he has paid to walk upon this land, so long, has he held my hand. What is and possibly can be, etches these lines of mystery…”

“Why would anyone choose me?”-- she asks… He answers…