To live inside a song lyric,
how precious that would be.
To cast aside the melancholy,
pleasant artifacts for you and me.
To walk on a movie set,
every line fed, better than the last.
The thrill of those first glances,
rewritten, another scripted romance.
To live inside this poem here,
dreading fear, knowing this will pass.
Lovers knocking buildings down,
pulling rubble from the ground
sharing affections of a world
left quivering.
Saw a photograph of you yesterday,
not sure we’re the same
I’m happy for you anyway.
Remember that time on the rocks, those moments on the beach, that single afternoon and the stars when the world went on snooze,
simply stopped being, like you and me?
The longest sigh, stretching from here to the moon.
Space rocks awaiting carved initals.
Lost underneath a giving tree.
Together in hidden view, a secret no one else could see.
I saw your photo and I knew.
Life moves, the stillness holds onto the tepid heart.
Each pulse broken in pixels and feigned happiness.
Your pic for someone else to adore,
Whoever that may be.
Saw you in a photograph and my small world reappeared.
Moment in time, dragging a curl into a smile.
This storybook romance, as a kid who knew little.
A godless world of men/children and seekers of caves to hide,
cavemen, with little room for women inside
purchased on credit, a debt owed for no repentance
Prostitutes or strippers,
no discerning between the two,
sorry lives that hold only resentment.
Cash sale, and how did it fail,
who takes the blame for this execution?
If you only could stay, pardon the world for screwing you this way.
The mirror image, now growing old, way too tired to play along
your mind wanting to forget today
You can’t remember when you came alive
Only to be pronounced dead after such a short time.
Pictures torn from your past, the recluse, the lost years
singe hair and skin, old age spots… the sun no longer your friend
