Oh, glorious sky of day
coaxing this darkness from where it lay
“Open your eyes,” I hear you say
Joining sun, you pull these blues away
All is well; my fears allay
Oh, velvety sky of night
soak this heart in brilliant starlight
make it sparkle; golden and bright
Unleash the dreams behind these eyes
as past and present become allies
Each night I hear the blare
of your horn, the rumble
of your weight, heavy like a snore
habitual in the darkness; but
if one evening, the din vanished
I would miss the thought of you
lumbering along the stillness, colliding
into the silent drift of my dreams
REAL LIFE, is now t.v. drama
it’s participants merely
acting out some pathetic part
They should be paid millions
Certainly the skills are much better
than those of trained actors
There are the ones who pretend
to care, as they manipulate
their so-called friends, parents,
husbands, wives, or partners
Some are experts at rationalizing
while others constantly pat themselves
on the back, as they puff their heads up
Then there are those who instead
of trashing the poor acting job
they have been doing, decide
they’ll play a new part
one of power and control
So, they begin to beat a poor soul
with a bat, in the dark of night
or steal a young child
sleeping in his crib
or kidnap and rape a teenager
as she walks home from
her school bus stop
or stab and rob someone
for money, for their drug habit
or shoot to kill any random being
that lines up in the rifle scope
So, who needs reality shows on t.v.
They are just child’s play
If you really want some drama
in your day, turn off the t.v.
and look around you
REAL LIFE is coming soon
to a theater called YOU
They were too close
to breathe; stopped
by all manner of bricks
which pseudo-hit
through the years
or at least, her
so that even though
dancing together
again after a long
passage of time
in satisfactory rhythm
the starry night sky
captured her gaze in
a way more familiar
Heartspell 