Visions

Visions

I sat on my bed today,
waiting for the day to end.
I remembered the spot
where once had sat a friend.

Instead of the presence
the real being there
I saw a vision, a lifetime
all I could do was stare.

Moments replayed
repeated over as I saw
Love and lust
Speech and trust
And a broken law.

I looked at the ground
as I sat on the sidewalk
I traced the image
drawn out in chalk

I had drawn it
had I not?
And yet,
it's a dead man's lot.

A man, laying down
got up and spoke to me
I cannot say what he said
but I can say what I see

Echoes of strangers
ricochet across my eyes
They tell me truths,
and they tell me lies.

Perhaps it's only madness
perhaps it's only fear
perhaps it's only sadness
perhaps it's only tears.

Her

Her

A home cares

and nurtures many

for those with a dollar

and those with a penny

The house shelters

gentle and kind

A place any spirit

would seek to find

It breathes life

into the clay

into its bricks

day after day

And as it ages

as the time passes

it is judged

by the masses

And in repayment

for its past

it is replaced

for a sleeker cast.

Knocked down

and apart

broken to pieces

a shattered heart.

I

I

A lightning rod

draws power

every day

every hour

to take the strike

for the house

it cannot hide

like a mouse

to give life

to a city

to give all

accept no pity

Standing tall

cannot bend

even when others

off must fend

even when grey

or pitted with rust

it must not fall

nor break, shake, or trust.

And as repayment

for its past

it is replaced

for a sleeker cast.

Tossed to the side

like a stone

branded broken

and left alone.

Gambler's Dilemma

Gambler’s Dilemma

Heads up!

Won a buck.

Heads up!

Won a truck!

Royal Flush,

Won the game,

Blackjack, mates!

Just the same

Roulette once,

Black 52, honey!

Roulette twice,

Hand me the money!

Jackpot slots

A million dollars!

Livin large

With diamond collars.

Drink champagne,

Fancy plane

And all the sugarplums too.

Blackjack’s back,

But he won instead

Oh, well,

There goes my bed.

Poker players

Round my table

Lost my cars,

Horse and stable

Feeling down,

Takin’ shots

Drain thousands

Playin’ slots.

The roulette table

Not so kind

Playing, drinking

‘til I’m blind

Woke in alleyway

Bouncer-tossed

Check wallet,

To see what’s lost

Just a buck, no more

From the fortune I had before.

Heads up,

Won a buck.

…

Russian roulette, anyone?

Oh, I See!

Oh, I See!

I can't imagine the way they live
so uncultured, such a mess.
always hunting people, like with shivs!
There must be many, I guess.

*Whadda buncha losers, y'know?*
*Seems like they just complain*
*They don't even try, yo*
*And yet they always gain*

Look! There's one approaching-
quickly, move to the side.
Pretend that you don't see them
give them a good berth- wide!

#Ignore me again, you stupid bitch#
#like you always do.#
#Just because I live nowhere#
#Doesn't mean I'm you-know-who#

Oh, God! You see it there?
What low standards they have here!
Oh, no! It's starting to stare-
walk away, my dear!

~You offensive woman.~
~I wish I could say hello~
~But you won't even tell me~
~and so I say, ¡Mierda tonta!~

The world's not safe anymore,
those people are everywhere!
Those ungraceful, dirty people,
it's almost more than I can bear!

=I think to myself,=
=how can you say that?=
=they each are good=
=you mad, nasty bat!=

God is Watching

God is Watching

Grasp at straws,
little crow,
try to find the pin.

Gasp in awe,
little crow,
at what they do to win.

Fly, be free,
little crow,
marvel at the skies.

Cry and flee,
little crow,
at what the money buys.

Wonder why,
little crow,
at the setting of the sun

Tremble, die,
little crow,
from the man with the gun.

Soar and glide,
little crow,
spiral through melting clouds

Cringe inside,
little crow,
at the bloodlust in the crowds.

Sit and see,
little crow,
watch the people live

neither beg nor plea,
little crow,
to what they take or give.

The Loom

The Loom

Jump the pattern

cut the weave

All the chaos

you would believe

All twisted fiber

a tapestry's gash

crimson red or hollow black

or green as US cash

Torrents of blue

cried from the sky

in a blanket that chilled

a frosted kiss goodbye

Pink and blue woven

under a hanging bell

one bumped thread lost its head

and cut them all to hell

A friend drew tarot

to see what she'd see

she dropped them, shaking,

"It couldn't be!"

Moving strings on woven roads

read by fallen cards

many threads stopped dead

rocks as lethal, cutting shards

All of these, sewn together

Under the gun, underhanded,

stones flung across the ages

unknown as to where they landed

The tapestry that coats the heavens

and the blood that coats hell

For all may be bad

despite starting well.