Let’s be all glamorous, You know you want to. Let’s be all free, And careless and happy. You know you didn’t want to fight the war, You didn’t even have to. Just say that you didn’t fight the war, And that you can’t, Fight it again. Come on, let’s go up to that bar, And…
Tag: coming home
Childhood
“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.” The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…
The Past
A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
Living
I was reared in the Church of Don’t-Worry-About-It, Under Saint Nobody. Nobody has stayed by my side all my life. He never criticizes, or he doesn’t answer back. Nobody walks with me, So I walk with nobody. He’s fine. I went with him to the Wailing Wall, Where I began to bang my head. My…
la fine dell’amore
He was sworn against divorce, While she had had two marriages already. They were together for only eight years. In his seventh decade he gave her a scooter. She accepted, and rode around on it, Through the mountain roads of Italy, Floral dress, light shoes, Half-dome helmet, no lipstick. Just like in a festival film!…
Glasses of Wine
We live a vestal existence To walk through an endless dim corridor Glasses of wine, The ring of your glass, Circles the conversation, As it matches your finger, Stolen from the mirror that keeps time, I find it hard to tell you, Trying to recall an old passport, The sadness with hopes, Disparage our angels love,…
Manifest
Looking like feathers that fell from doves, In the doorway, Your hair soaked from the rain, Eyes peering from beneath, Pools of heartbreak yearning, A pair to dance the waltz of ghosts, Balls of grief in your arms I beckon you in.