Le Morte Della Con Tutti Frutti

Turn into stone


then I'll be damned
he said
as he turned and walked
away...

the women all turn into
statues
as do the men in their
own way,
Understand me...
its all a lot of misery
but then you see one day
the sea...

try to grab a cloud
hold on to a dream
no conflagration
burns forever
in the slipstream.
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words/birds

Not in love with words,
not in winged flight
like the birds
or the stars
in their flight
over the midnight
obsidian; void
the empty nothingness
and that which lies beyond
they shoot like needles
into the tar-like
surface of the
universe...

Not in Love with Fear

Whether the glass is half empty
or whether it's half full,
I'm still drowning in the
waters of this vessel that
I'm in...its funny,
mystery and romance,
topical depressions,
watching dead can dance
in the near light
of this waning candle
I hold my hand aloft one more time
and I wonder....

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If you give me a rope
I promise not to hang
myself with it
as long as I can hold on
to it instead.

New portrait

reistat

Leave without saying
goodbye.
Make everyone else
try harder
but don't try.
take a long long
look at the fingers
pointing back
and ask why.

Too angry to wonder
or even ponder
semantic differences
or emotional inferences
all caught up in the maelstrom
of you.

Of You
in an emotional
minefield.
booby traps
and inconsideration
laid out for all to see.
secrets kept
though lost in thought
and the voices of many men
who've lost the plot.

it feels like the asking
and the waiting for
the response
is haunting me while
the hours pass
in dimly lit restaurants.

I never wanted
to be grim
or affronted
but I keep on asking
for the light
and the time.
to see it all through.

you just can't work it out

No its love,
like a curl of smoke
that fades
no smiles
or passion
in the remains

You drag your hands
through the ash and
with two fingers,
indicate the war paint
on your cold and
sullen face.

No, its love.
like a blast of steam,
the build of pressure
and the initial scream.
hot dares, no cares,
dissolved in air.

It can move mountains
be pushed aside
by the wave of
a careless hand
and yet beside
the silence
at the end of the
phone that buzzes
when you hang up first

its love
and can we take anymore?
I try to work it out
to work it out...