Made of Ice

A village made of ice

Dancing with allegory 

A guru of the obvious  

The loneliness of heaven

A tourist in my home

Spirited discontent 

A village made of ice

On  glacier bay

Small and provincial 

 A stoic ideal 

Melting with a glance

Black tie on a bicycle 

Fate of a clown 

Laughing at you

A great big smile painted on

Dancing bear playing voodoo

A village melts in a menagerie

Keeping icicles as a pet

Fishing poles in hand

Singing about Alabama 

Fait accompli of a kind

In a safe behind a bookcase

The face I care to expose

Made of ice 

I am just me

Are you the artists?

The question asked with a hint

As if there is a madness with the passion

A Bipolar leaper with dysentery

A canvas painted with mucus and blood

Lower intestines on display as a tree

A gargoyle smiling on a steeple

A man on a park bench

With a pen in hand

Looking at the gargoyle

In the shadow of a steeple

As if it were a gigantic clock

Ignoring the intestine tree

Are you the poet?

Eating a snack of salty words

Do you taste the madness?

Like a chief samples every meal

Each question a question on a Venn diagram

Are you the person on the park bench?

Eating a snack under a full moon

With nothing to say

And everything to live for

Standing alone because to have something to stand for

Each circle with in a circle

The cycle of each tree

Are you an artist?

I am just a simple man

Who wanted to be

Are you a Poet?

I am just a man

Who wanted to be

Are you a man?

I am just me

The needle of the steeple reads 1:15

A whisper asks

No going back now

More grief then happiness

Standing in a door way

On a beach in the sand

No reason to go forward

Listening to the rain

Watch every drop

Splashing down

A simple shot at life

The voice of a reef

As the water crashes

Washing it clean

Redemption of nature 

A list of nothing in common

A gruesome ideal locked in a moment 

Striving to be 

Something impossible

Blind man climbing

An unlikely impossibility

The magic undone 

So he cares now

In a doorway without walls

A turnstile between here and now

Under all the bullshit 

There is always something

Before letting go

A whisper asks

Do you hear that

Where a blind man can see

A statue can feel the rain

Just letting go

A whisper asks

Can you see a pebble

Amongst all the sand

Subtle Satire

Subtle  Satire 

Doubt lingers

Meticulous irony

A dancer whirling about

Eyes decrepitly old 

Lips that sting

A body that can sing

Rhythm  to this song

Like running in a  marathon

In a morphine haze

Recycling the same old song

Doubt lingers dripping in honey 

Subtle satire slapping 

Ironic metaphors painted

Brushed on thick

Dancer swirls in puffs of smoke

A smile melting ice

Her eyes a million years old

Rhythm  to this song

Recycling the same old tune

About heart break

And starting again

wanted to believe

I don't believe you

Why is that so

Is it all those lies

Have a memory of their own

I want too

I really do

You can't change me

I can't change you

I don't believe any more

Why is that so

Is it all the things you said

Is it all the things you did

Looking me in the eyes

With those tears running down

And telling me what I seem was a lie

all the deceit
Have a memory of their own

I wanted to believe

I wanted it to be true

Starting at the beginning

Discounting all the signs

Telling myself illusions

So I can believe

A feeling I knew

I felt them a hundred times before

Walking the other way

Except that day 

I wanted to believe in you

I needed to believe in something

So I choose to believe in you

the visitor

Unknown number

Unknown number

Hello

I know where you

So do I

I am going to get you

You won't be the first

I know where you are

So do I

you have the wrong number

And a hang up

Unknown know number

I know where you live

We have already had this conversation

I am going to get you

I hope the alcohol that made you brave enough to make this call

I know where you live

Will make you brave enough to sober up

A way one conversation to drunk drama

And a hang up

I don't know who you are for sure

But I have an idea

You have issue I am sure

We all do

Hope you sober up

Take the time

To take a second chance at the future

And leave mine alone

It takes time to heal

You can ask yourself why