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…
Tag: longing
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!…
Affair
If I was in love, I would take her everywhere with me, Show her around, clothe her dine with her bed her. And she needs drinks, I’d provide, To call this friend an alibi – One to run to, one to hold, As days will pass, in years of old. If I was young, not…
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Out of sight on a blue blue night. Out of mind? No, you’re intertwined. Out of sight these feelings I fight, out of mind It’s you I can’t find. Out of sight in the failure of light, out of mind it’s a turning world’s grind. Nadine you’re out of my sight, Nadine, I’m out of…
WE
these days there is a shadow on my heart a stone so weighty breathing is suppressed such sadness from this time we’ve been apart and memories of times when we were blessed no sleep while eyes keep searching in the night your warmth no longer felt here at my side without your arms to hold…
the girl on the swing
The girl skipped off the swing and walked away. That swing is moving still; caught, I thought at first, by a slow wind. But its twin, the swing next to it, is dead still. I think that I’m lost in the sky, the leavings of a butterfly; eyes upon the ghost…