written 1999
April 19, 1995 Tears from the heart Fell on this April day; For the dead and wounded In bombed out ruins they lay.
Splashes of color, Flowery carpet, Perfectly arranged, A mighty graphic. Waters descending,
Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,
So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…
Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,
“Change? Got any spare change? 10, 35, 40, 90, A dollar and 50 ce… Not bad, sometimes I get more, bu… Hey, who’s that? He looks weak an… Maybe I could help him. I’ll see…
She tried to paint one of your kin… Intrigued by the art-deco lines of… Homage or art. Kneeling next to y… At how strange a creature you are.… Short and sleek like a dalmatian’s…
Through all the stress and all the… The thought of giving up almost dr… At times he feels as though it’s a… He often relaxes and meditates, so… But with so much negativity how wi…
Lying in the brilliant sunshine sh… Footsteps on a dusty path disturb… A young hand grasps her, tosses he… Eventually, he tires of this reput… Now she is in the shade of a large…
Rip Van Winkle’s catchin’ Z’s Escaping from society From guns and drugs and alcohol Wife beating child beating And that ain’t all
It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…
What’s going on? Instead of better It’s turning wrong. It’s every day Cain kills Abel, For less than colors
Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live
Safe, Hidden inside this room. He ventures to explore the univers… Gone, From inside this room.
She opens your creaky door, And walks across your noisy floor. The wind is blowing the curtains i… There you are, asleep again. How could you break her tender hea…