Thursday, August 30, 2012

day lilly

they only last a day she said
as she picked the fading flower
some of them probably think they'll go on forever
like some people think they do

sun to sun
got'ta have fun
sun to sun
see how they run

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

the man in the moon

what you expect when you look up.
to home of the big shiny
in what is otherwise dark,
nearly black, but yeah

there’s color and i’m an artist, even we,
including Michelangelo Buonarroti who didn’t pump
red like blood under the sculpted fine Tuscan
Carrara marble  skin of the Pieta -
the  Madonna and dead Christ,  
have a tendency to round things off.

like i‘s saying, it was dark,
the pale  moon bright near white
or there abouts.
and low you have it

creeped down on the side is the face
as drawn in olden times, in antique mysterious hue 
as per the season, moisture content in the air,
time of night, cloud drift in the way, all of the above

come together, perfect, scary and complete;
needed only dreadful music, wind blowing
and black cat leaping, shrieking, but this is life
not hollywood remembers, not even a mouse

so, that’s how it goes
and went leaving
an impression on my mind;  
like an inside job wall brain stencil.