Poem: The Demented


I move you

as you watch

through eyes reaching back

to dance floors hung with

cigarette smoke swirls

Your double-breasted jacket

brushing cozily against a firmly guarded chest

Slowly moving together

feeling forever young

until

the music fades away

And then you turn

to see me sitting next to you

Are you searching among

reminiscence and room?

The pirouette now is sedate and stiff

partnered hands upon cold metal rails

that follow your lead

It is not love that holds us up in the end

But the lonely grip

of the metallic burn

the flickering memories that dart

with us

in and out

as our dance partners

once did

 

 

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Cloak


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THE SUN BREAKS THROUGH

WITH DARK CLOUDS

AROUND

BUT THE DAY AHEAD

COULD BE WARM

AND BRIGHT

LIFE IS OFTEN  FILLED

WITH SWIRLING BLACK

PIECES

ADRIFT AMIDST

THE GOLDEN RAYS OF

JOY

THAT SETTLE IN YOUR

SOUL

AND PILE HIGH

TO FILTER OUT THE

SUN

HOW TO SIFT THOSE

CHUNKS

OF DIRT AND DARK

AND KEEP ONLY

RADIANCE

THE NEVER ENDING

LOOP

OF DESPAIR AND HOPE

THE BALANCE

AND PLAY

FEELING ONE

CREATES THE CLOUD

OF ITS CLOAK

THE TRICK

THEN

KEEP AT BAY

DUSK

AND EMBRACE

ONLY

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