Cascading Sorrows

 

 

 

Looks Like Rain

She stood with a sordid stare
At the corner of walk and don’t walk
Looking at the reflection of
What she used to be.


A puddle splashes, a mist arises
A tear squeezes from her eye;
The dark lenses of her glasses
Conceal the pain that lingers
Deep inside.


Yes,
Once she was happy,
Once she was a fair young maiden in Love


Now,
With palloudious stare she is a solitary walker
Only observing the joys of those who actually Live.


A car horn blows
She breaks from her
Minds eye and returns


To the sad reality,
The alarming reality,
That she’s stepped off of the curb in front of a car…


In the pouring rain.
Day
dreams.


What is she to become?
Overwhelmed by
Uncertainty


Forecast: Looks Like Rain.

　






The Mundane:

He screamed bloody murder
As a revolution of language
Expelled from his mouth.


With his haughtiness now gone
He wiped a smirk off of his
Defiant humorous face…

“Ouch!”
“Shit!”
“That Hurts!”


I got out of the shower
And stared at him with a
Touch of contempt.


His vanity seemed trivial today
The daft figure before me
Seemed more a venerable void


His hysterical scream had disturbed
My morning shower.
With a jagged razor he had
Liberated the skin from his face



An inescapable grin emerged and escaped
My efforts to dispense it from my expression.


His eyes fixed on me
He favored uptight poses
And he snapped a
“Don’t laugh, damn it! It’s not funny!”
In my general direction.



The prickly pears of rigid rules and roles
Were becoming intolerable
His bureaucracy was really hypocrisy
That knew no bounds.



I felt like I was at a dead meat convention
I wanted to let go of my puppet self and laugh
His narcissism had hurt him for once, not me!



I longed to step on variable footing
And cross cultural taboo
Dissipating the governor of proper conduct


I longed to respond more naturally, more honestly,
I wanted the guise of superficial behavior to be dropped
And the reality of my true self in all my horrible
Cold, literalness to emerge.



The bland unimaginative dope
Was condemning me,
Here in the golden grottos of my bathroom


Smooth sensuous pain,
Wonderful pain


He was accustomed to being
Right
While he stood gushing blood from his
Face.


I hand him some toilet paper
And offer him the suggestion:
“If it hurts when you do that,
Then don’t do that!”


I snicker and embark on the rest of
My morning rituals.


He dumps me.
But… Oh well
Love is a double-edged razor
Cuts both ways.

You never know if your going to get hurt
Yet we risk injury for the sake of beauty…


Strange creatures are we. So human an animal.

　



 



　


“Tattarrattat”-- Or, A Knock On The Door


I have lemel(ed) into stranger places than this
Evitative fate of the sexes
To love, to lose; the solos of a broken heart.

Never odd or even
My sagas of failure
Deleveled my hope.


Evil did I dwell, lewd did I live
Prurient desire drove me to the door wishing it was you.
Oh depart-er, I have been re-trapped
By my longing for you to reappear.

I am drawn onward
By the knock, knock, knock
Rattattattatt
A drawers reward is to see the object of her heart’s deepest passion.

A mood of doom
You were not in my radar
My face redder with embarrassment than lust

A rotator of my affect shifted
I refer myself to a more rational mind
And out of civic duty
Tell the mailwoman thank you for delivering
My letter.

Deliver-- the postmark had your name
Reviled by the party I most adored.

How could noon be so dark?
And the burning love be so cold
A journey to embark?


 

　

　



 A Fine Mess:

“Kersplash.”

Bittersweet justice occurred
As I emerged from my front door.
A fine mess of thawed snow
Crashed on my head.


“Wham!”
“Ouch!”

Expressive silence follows.
An extremely bland
And numbing sensation overcomes me.


“Lickety -wop!”

The lesser evil
And gentle turbulence
Of water drips on my face.

“Splat.”

A water puddle
Marks the dull roar
That spring
Is closing in its distance.


“Shiiiin.”

Absolute droning silence
The dull shine of the sun
A dark victory.


“Blahhhhh!”

The melt creates holy hell
And I feel like I’m going nowhere.
Missing you, makes me feel….

“Ugh!”

　





 

The Solemn Boob in the Rotator Cuff of Life:

O, stone be not so
In words, alas, drown I.

I live evil
As lepers repel
I, at a mirror rim
Cry.

Laid at a dial
The top spots
Of my indiscretions
be front me.

We sew …
the tightly knitted quilt of our lives

Name not one man, that good fortune defined
No, it is opposition
The Higgs Bosom- God Particle
Which loop together the pool
Of messy DNA
That we call Life.

Lager, sir, is regal.
And I am in a fine mess!







One Day

Ever fleeting
I look to the sky

“Susseration.”


I believe there is a place for us
Somewhere between the stars
And the falling snow.

Barriers, bulges, bursting,
Banged, beaten, battered, bruised,
Blistered, and bashed.


On a cold winters night.
In a myriad of biting, nipping and visual splendor
I was myself,
And by myself


Stamp, stomp, tamp,
tromp, tramp
and step


Alone
But never closer to you
Then when thinking of you
A memory
Immortal possibility…


Vital, vigorous, vain, vicious,
Vacuous, vapid, vague, vacillate,
Vagrant, vaporous, vertigo, veer, vary


One day
Street lights
Frost bites
Shimmering; crystalline desire
Shivering into a nonsensical splendor
On a cold winters night.


Glisten, gleam, glint, glare, glam,
Glimmer, glaze, glass, glitz,
Gloss, glory, glow and glitter


An ambiguous cloak to shield me
From the elements
The vicissitudes of life
The frozen reality of loss.


“Furrow followed free”
I, and the sea of white before me
Oh how the wind surged up and swept snow ashore.
Barabara… reflect your state of separation and disarray


Chasing coattails of lives past
ever pursuing; ever fleeting
This endless and eternal Love.


Cham, chat, chatter, cry
Babble, blab, blabber, bawl
Gag, gasp, giggle, glug, gnash, gnaw
Grumble, groan, grump and moan


I believe there is a place for you and me.


Marauder, natter, rabble
Z… chunk, z, chunk
Titter, tatter, thisshig rerrick
Loudspeaker on…



Curtail my hurt
Put out the flames of my desire
Erase my footprints in the snow
So no one will know of my desperate longings
My weakness.


Ugh! Gee ghats!
My grief.
Zoinks!


Freezing in the night.
Difficult Fate.
There should be no path so clear
As the one that leads me to you.


Sharp, cutting,
Spiky, prickly
Bulbous, blob-like and diminutive


So natural
Be still my heart
In the silence of the storm
Where does the warmth and comfort
Of hope dwell?


Yikes! Geeze! Grrr…
Harumph! Gobbledygook
Hmpf!


I am lost without you.
I believe there is a better world
One not so cold or lonely;
A place where love can prevail
Love immortal
A truth that can never die.


House, hut, hovel,
Home, habitat of warmth
And togetherness


With a tear in my eye
I trample through the snow
Alone.
Endless possibilities fade away.
Frostbite sets in.


Will you love me on a cold winters night
In some distant future , a place free from the burdens of time?


One Day.