| *The Writings of Marilyn... To The Weeping Willow I stood beneath your limbs And you flowered and finally clung to me, and when the wind struck with the earth and sand - you clung to me. Thinner than a cobweb I, sheerer than any - but it did attach itself and held fast in strong winds life - of which at singular times I am both of your directions - somehow I remain hanging downward the most, as both of your directions pull me Untitled Good nite Sleep and Sweet Repose Where ever you lay your head - I hope you find your nose - Untitled Night of the Nile - soothing - darkness - refreshes - Air Seems different - Night has No eyes nor no one - silence - except to the Night itself. Untitled From time to time I make it rhyme, but don't hold that kind of thing against me - Oh well, what the hell, so it won't sell. What I want to tell - is what's on my mind. 'taint Dishes, 'taint Wishes, it's thoughts flinging by before I die - and to think in ink. Untitled Life - I am of both your directions Somehow remaining, Hanging downward the most, Strong as a cobweb in the wind, Existing more with the cold frost than those beaded rays I've seen in paintings. Untitled I could have loved you once and even said it But you went away, A long way away. When you came back it was too late And love was a forgotten word. Remember? I Left My Home Of Green Rough Wood I left my home of green rough wood, A blue velvet couch. I dream till now A shiny dark bush Just left of the door. Down the walk Clickity clack As my doll in her carriage Went over the cracks - "We'll go far away." II Don't cry my doll Don't cry I hold you and rock you to sleep Hush hush I'm pretending now I'm not your mother who died. III Help Help Help I feel life coming closer When all I want to do is die. O, Time O, Time Be kind. Help this weary being To forget what is sad to remember. Loose my loneliness, Ease my mind, While you eat my flesh. |
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| *Taken from Forever. |