The stream (all workshops)
Let my gnarled hand enfold yours in mine
on this clear winter day so fine
and we'll traverse this wooded trail
just as we did when I was hale.
Even when the winds blow cold
as long as I have you to hold
my heart retains a well stoked fire
ready to kindle with desire.
We've been down so many trails together
too often in the worst of weather
on paths that were stoney and rough.
I'd think that you'd have had enough.
She lay beneath a barren tree
dead, exsiccated in an instant,
as the lake
that we once waded through
to reach her.
We attended the wake together
holding hands
and wanting to kiss
but not.
We each gave our sympathies
not with words, but strange dialogues
gazing upon her parched body,
close to each other.
After, you took me to the tree of life,
barren, but not dead:
still glistening
in such oppressive heat,
with life to come.
Sir, license and registration
Of course officer
let me get my documentation
You were going a hundred in an eighty
Well, officer let me explain
I found a new hobby as of lately
Now, I think you’re intoxicated
Officer, I must disagree
Someone had to be eliminated
Are you admitting to a crime
Well I suppose I am
It got too easy after the third time
Please step out of your car
Yes, let me open the trunk
Would you like her pieces from my jar?
barbers
and bartenders
talk
to you
not
at you
letting you
let it
on out
sometimes
I sob
and mewl
for a tug
of an ear
or a shave
of a fool
Justification for ones life lived
apologies not forthcoming
what I am is where I've been
past lies dog my footsteps
aggression flows free
within these walls
must take heed
and find
peace
SHRIEK
Shreik! the leak in yonder pipe,
is permanently dripping,
run go fetch a bucket,
for its running rancid water,
of a funny sort of green.
with the cellar door ajar,
it will air the scene to dry,
and the straw upon the floor,
will soak excess.
a netting hung from nails,
to the pegs above the frame,
a spade can hold the middle,
for the draught.
Our juggernaut soon won the war
and did so in near record time
it was in peace the fight went on
and therein lies the crime
Far off in the shifting sands
along deserted dusty roads
barbarians still vented wrath
with improvised explosive loads
Did not most men welcome us
in ridding their country of Hussien
or did they just embrace the chance
of garnering some private gain
Do you know?
Some waste a life time
Preaching no sex
Some can't sex
Some vex ,
some let others show, their sex
Some only see others sex
like in porn
What after life
can you boast of?
Enjoy sex now
As there is no hereafter death
The priests and the good Lord knoweth too
They quietly do
Don’t you?
Can death come
Without a grave
Does love out last
Time and space
What of spirit
Can it hover
To enter inside
Another empty place
Will an emotion
Begin to fade
When not stroked
By loves embrace
Can you give
What's not wanted
In a box
Wrapped with lace
Who can say
Where the heart
Might indeed go
To find grace
In an alley past the hollow
there lies a field, and a shack
with an easement allowing traffic but one way;
Abel's existence is hard to swallow
he can't help but to look back
ever wishing that he knew what he would say.
With his hound dog at his heels
Abel's living with his ghosts
long ago, his woman left him in the night;
I know exactly how he feels
and, he's not the sort who boasts
in fact, he's usually, ordinarily polite;
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