REVENGE

Last night I laid with another

To forget your silky hands

To feel alive again

Must you occupy my insides as well as my outsides?

And the result

I think I remember you now, more vividly than I did

Before this revengeful night

The eraser ceased working creating a black hole on the paper

Building a pulsating mark, that could not be removed

Other than by fire

Burn baby burn

From my mind, from my soul

All the sensations I know to be mine

Do not penetrate my surface

Last night I laid with another

The consequence you needn’t ponder

Revenge is yours only.

6.1.11 edited 6.19.11

The Bird Is Out Of The Cage

Your feeling of freely flying over the evergreens

Has been dormant for ages, I’ve lost count, truly

The sadness in your eyes has not completely vanished,

Throughout the years, a decade passed

What’s sitting on a violin’s cords

While it’s cased in, waiting for the fingers to wake it

And allow the beautiful sound to permeate its surroundings

I wonder and try to imagine

I see not much past the dust - I ask will you sing again?

One beautiful spring night on the garden patio

A small bunch of human souls

Share wine, stories and songs from the old country

And then a miracle saturates the air

The bird’s throat is wide open, filled with a song and

Buttered with sound

The bird is out of the cage

No one knows and no one can tell

How this came to be, not a single question is posed

The enormous gift is accepted by all present

And the bird keeps singing

The steel has been lifted of its chest, door to the cage

Unforgettable flight, this very night

The bird is out of the cage.

The bird is out of the cage.

For one of the greatest woman I know, my mother in celebration of her voice returning.

June 19, 2011

FACE-OFF

 

So you think I will bow down

To your white colossal mountain

I shan’t even twitch, let alone move an inch

Allow me this

For I say when, if, how, and why

I see you

I hear you

I feel you

Would I lie if I say I want none of what you got

Not in the least of bits

I won’t lie at your crooked feet

For you are the ultimate invader

You musky penetrator of my cheek

And so no will of mine

Will result in your hostile embrace

Kindly take your vulgarity and oppression

To the next eager victim

Not this day

Not tomorrow’s eve

Will you see me in chills

Nor walk away, I’ll stay here

If I shall become faceless

Then it is my time and your deed.

For Tim.

6.17.11