Wednesday, July 29, 2015

phoenix


he stands in front of her bleeding, mauled
bravado broken, from many a fall
and although every inch of his spirit cries
he smiles at her and refuses to die.

ram cobain


Friday, July 17, 2015

ciao


when the good god whispers: the end
this is where you get off, my friend
will your bones tremble just a little
like forgotten firewood cold and brittle
will you beg for some more time
just one more dance in this pantomime
or will you be indignant – you got this wrong
see this muscle it flexes so strong
see this heart sounds like a child’s happy clap
like the heady beat of a chartbusting rap
see how this grin it lights my face
then how can it be the last of my days?
or will you logically try to reason
a decree that’s blasphemy or at least treason
see this obviously must be a clerical error
a mistake that mistakenly doth bring terror
yes the water is rising but it’s far from deep
and there are miles to go before I sleep
or will you continue to coax and cajole
like a deadbeat drunk in a desperate role
like a tyrant toddler throwing a tantrum
alternately angry and alternately glum
or will you offer a warm little hug
a toss of the head, a nonchalant shrug
a tip of your hat as you willingly go
smile and say boss – that was quite a show.

ram cobain