"Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion."
--from Boris Pasternak's Doctor Zhivago
Tired is your lady
have you asked her if she knows
why she hasn't got the energy
to put away the clothes?

"because they'll just get worn again and end up on the floor.
And I don't see a reason to put them in the drawer."

Lonely is your lady
have you asked her what she sees
when she's staring off into a space
deep within the trees?

"there are past thrills and future bills and wishing to be free
of giving everything I've got to everyone but me."

Cloudy is your lady
have you asked her how she feels
when she changes from a bright warm star
to cold mid-winter chills?

"some days are like a carnival, I'm dancing on a beam
and then I fall for lack of words and life is like a scream"
Assassins of the night
put flight my soulless dreams
tear holes in wings and set them all aflame
torch the paper constructs of my ego


Artist-assassin painting life
before my weary eyes
crimson colors never seen in light of day
bleeding down the edge of my awareness


Devil-assassin, killer of my care-lessness
incendiary enemy I will quench you
in the bottoms, where you lie upon my heart
I will drown you with the torrents of my tears
another?
geez ... she just won't quit
return to lighter times
in the beginning
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