Remains
The land filled
with early spring green
None of what has passed remains
but bliss
Foe
The wind glows
and blows my mind
Who knows whose sorrow
the rain will drain
For show tomorrow
a loud cloud will follow
Faux Vintage
MY CROWD
As I get distracted from yet another
anachronistic and agonizing
newsprint
I glance at the enthusiasm in the eyes
of the conversing faces
They are fresh and hopeful and I think
This used to be my crowd
Traverse time
Disputed lands
Traded oceans
Contested stories
Embattled roots
If ever shore
the Tomorrow People
for sure they won’t stay
Surely they will say
“Let us let this past be
Let us leave this present behind
for it is but bygone thoughts
and no joy-giving gift
Let us keep moving
wherever love glows”
Star
Wrinkle wrinkle fading star
Gone is your binding fire
but how pink your soft amber
Wrinkle wrinkle faring star
Let glide your lulling nights
presaging simmering plights
To the core
Now that I heal no more
that old and new cuts bleed the same
memories freeze to the core
and no one left to blame
Now that I hear no more
that love is all bright and powerful
my defying cries scream “Encore! Encore!”
in the void of life that I fill tearful
Mingle mingle
Mingle mingle little starlet
Advertise your lips and your hips
Have a riot have a blast
Mingle mingle little starlet
Strategize your friends and your youth
Til they collapse and while they last
