The Sound of Young Dying, December 5th 1957

My Lady, she don’t love me,
She treats me oh so damn mean.
I, Prez and my first Lady
Play fine and mellow, but Love,
We aint never meant to be.

Off KC swing sets, you swing
Away from me. Horses lead
Hearts to promiscuity.
Getting off that beast is tough.
Cravings conquer you. And me.

Hollow, dazed, fly high and flee,
Your past still won’t leave you free,
Eleanora Fagan G.
Your dad's last, and Billie Dove's
Names who you love. It aint me.

Love’s like how broke faucets bleed.
Turned off, but still dropping beads,
Feeding seeds of poplar trees.
We’re swinging on limbs above,
Dying, addicted to love.

Vulnerable Mind

Frantic dreams march
Under an inflating, sloppily
Woven dam of warm sodden hair.

Grey haze diffuse leisurely through the mesh,
Mingles with the black dank,
Erupts in mushroom clouds,

Parting cowed strands, rising up
Like smoke signals, pipe smoke,
Heated oil in cold lava lamps.

Lavender moonlight hopscotches
Through the night
Zephyr and rustling leaves,

Tiptoes on the brilliant
Splotches of crimson
Glistening on his quaking hand.

"Put your hat back on, PFC.
I got me one fresh
Victor Charlie!"

Grandma Ran Away

They say she left
Thursday, 10:37 am, exactly.
Didn’t pack or say goodbye,
Just left.

Said she left them
With the burdens of paying
Thousands for her new home,
Forced them to decide who takes what
Responsibilities--
Now that she’s gone.

Uncle Wayne doesn’t know
Where he’ll get the money now.

Auntie Sharon is gonna sell grandma’s
Pearl necklace,

But mom wants it.

They never said anything about their mother
Leaving them
Or her sick crippled body.

Grandma, I hope you never come back.

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