POEMS FROM 1991 - I was 18, senior in high school/freshman in college
Autumn 13Sept91
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
Daddy drove
the car one day
and ran into a tree
Momma flew
like a Nestling
then crashed to the ground
the White Truck
red lights flashing
came onto the scene
and Ant-like
they rushed to Her
carried Her to the truck
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
stored Momma
in the Truck and
then they drove Away
took Momma
to the morgue
put Her in a Box
fed Her
to the fires
Ashes to Ashes
Casket came
ate the Ashes
momma's boxed up again
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
Daddy stood
by the Hole
fed Roses to the Box
shoveled Dirt
top of momma
tope of Roses, too
Daddy said
"You come on now,
Momma's up in heaven."
Young Child
dry your eyes.
Tears don't change it anyhow.
(No Title 11Dec91)
crinkling eyes
coldest blue steel
knives cutting diamonds
poise stab kill
rolling sky
dull flat grey
tombstone horizon
flash strike prey
The Nightclub 15Dec91
lights flashed
people danced
all smiled
the cadaverous smirk
so many people
looking
to drown
themselves in the music
lose their pain
in the whirling contact
of the Dance
feelings of desperation
driving us
find someone -
anyone -
Hold Me
...just for this night
praying music into forgetfulness
anesthetic for life
Let Me Live!
the cry echoes
on every beat
Let Me Be Free!
...just for a while
No,
don't say a word.
the spell
is upon us,
making us move
making us
go round and round
in circles to nowhere
Dance is all
that we can see
Dance is all
that we can know
there is nothing else.
feel the music
every time
your feet skim the floor
raise your feet higher
twirl
slip down
drown in the throb of the rhythm
Dance
if you cannot Dance
watch us
hunger for the fires
you don't know
become the moth
moving ever closer to the Dance
draw back too late
feel your wings flame
watch the need
that feeds the fire
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
Daddy drove
the car one day
and ran into a tree
Momma flew
like a Nestling
then crashed to the ground
the White Truck
red lights flashing
came onto the scene
and Ant-like
they rushed to Her
carried Her to the truck
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
stored Momma
in the Truck and
then they drove Away
took Momma
to the morgue
put Her in a Box
fed Her
to the fires
Ashes to Ashes
Casket came
ate the Ashes
momma's boxed up again
Young Child
dontcha know
Momma isn't comin' back
Daddy stood
by the Hole
fed Roses to the Box
shoveled Dirt
top of momma
tope of Roses, too
Daddy said
"You come on now,
Momma's up in heaven."
Young Child
dry your eyes.
Tears don't change it anyhow.
(No Title 11Dec91)
crinkling eyes
coldest blue steel
knives cutting diamonds
poise stab kill
rolling sky
dull flat grey
tombstone horizon
flash strike prey
The Nightclub 15Dec91
lights flashed
people danced
all smiled
the cadaverous smirk
so many people
looking
to drown
themselves in the music
lose their pain
in the whirling contact
of the Dance
feelings of desperation
driving us
find someone -
anyone -
Hold Me
...just for this night
praying music into forgetfulness
anesthetic for life
Let Me Live!
the cry echoes
on every beat
Let Me Be Free!
...just for a while
No,
don't say a word.
the spell
is upon us,
making us move
making us
go round and round
in circles to nowhere
Dance is all
that we can see
Dance is all
that we can know
there is nothing else.
feel the music
every time
your feet skim the floor
raise your feet higher
twirl
slip down
drown in the throb of the rhythm
Dance
if you cannot Dance
watch us
hunger for the fires
you don't know
become the moth
moving ever closer to the Dance
draw back too late
feel your wings flame
watch the need
that feeds the fire
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