New, Different Words

Drivin’ a truck

That no way wants to  be driven,

Followin’ a blacktop route

That, you got it, is damned-down

Difficult to  follow;

Strugglin’ to remember

What just cannot be remembered:

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Not For The First Time

Between sharp-sting showers

We all stare intently into

The February-end fire heart

Hoping to glimpse a little of the sun.

In that Damascus road

Moment of realisation

Only The Innocent

Tomorrow’s dawn should find me

On the Yellow Card Road:

Framed, guiltless but shamed

Between the rising, rain-filtered sun

And what I already knew.

Hope, Like the Moon …

Sun, bright redeeming sun

Shocks and surprises me this dawn

As I patiently creep between

The long made bed and

The one I am slowly building.

The Blood

The blood,

The hours

They spill

So quiet,

So quick.

And they

Run, run, run

Like tears

From the sun:

My Lady of May

In the way the moon

Is proof of the sun

You are the heart of me,

The ladder that

Helps me fall safely.

Darkness is nothing

Without the promise

Of light.

 

6/5/2012