i want to tell you…
How love changes and
becomes hard as a stone,
as elusive as dust
how we cannot see that lust
and terrible wanting, is often
a young thing
that hardens over years.
and blithely wanes,
I want to tell you to forget
the terrible things you may
say
to each other as you define
self through the others pain,
, inflicted and infected, you share
a disease most common…
how words can only be forgotten
yet seldom forgiven. They must be stored,
and hidden quickly. Treasured sweets: melt
secrets sour and buried
So the darkness at the end of the tunnel,
So the darkness at the end of the tunnel,
the conflicts in me have light. Everyone is
an artist, a poet, a musician. The fine air
of culture has descended like a mushroom
cloud, dissipation in the air. The thriving,
pushing exultant desire to communicate has
been given to the masses like so much
pablum and babies feed on the richness
of expression. Propagating assembly thereto.
So the conflicts in the web have moisture,
dew, dead flies and sunlight. Every good
spider has lain down beside her eating
the curds and day. The faces have melded
for now into a web that trusts no one
and ye