AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Oh! Fuck.
Never again.

Her hands cupped over her face
dripped sadness like spring rain
falling from the sill where orchids bloomed beneath.
He just stood there helpless, could do nothing.
She had always been so sensitive,
He could see memories flooding her mind
into puddles where lives had grown . . .

The book just happened to open to the page, that page
she had written on forty years ago
wishing him a successful and happy life
under her autograph, words during a time
when the times were good . . .

Pissed-off people tend to wrench and squirm
like worms rising above mud, fouled
with battering toxic rain,
their voices fiery,
honed and strong like steel,
rich in content,
clear intent,
dissent...
hope.

Have you ever made love in a cool woodland glade
As a soft summer rain on your flesh softly played?
Have you held her more tightly as skin tingles with lust
Both laughing as desire envelopes as dust?

Have you ever made love on warm summer sands
Soft waves lapping your body as silken hands,
Kissed and caressed as night birds flew
As darkness cool blanket brought pleasures anew?

That first time I loved her,
A moment so brief,
The body, mind, froze,
Imbued with relief.

Smells of such delight,
waft through the quiet house
I hear my mother stirring,
though she's quiet as a mouse.

The gentle whistle of the kettle,
upon the stove I hear,
Two cups set out with tea bags,
for me and mother dear.

I pour the boiling water,
she slices warm and toasty bread.
A bit of butter, jam...
with my tastebuds, wed.

We talk about the future,
tea leaves scattered in the cup.
I hear my sisters laughing,
while they're getting up.

I am fading all away,
just a little at a time,
still spreading stories of my life,
with poetry and rhyme.

Imagination, took me paths
through many different lands,
I've made music with my words,
wrote them in longhand.

I took footpaths without traces
of passage there before,
explorations and expeditions
upon truly foreign shores.

I've ideas never thought before,
I bet you'll never see,
anything like them anywhere,
because they just occurred to me.

My cup of coffee steaming,
in the early morning sun,
my mind needs gentle cleaning,
gathered thoughts becoming one.

Bring to life my vision here,
in this time and hour,
not much happens yet, I fear,
see bumble bee's boring power.

Call out to me, I'm listening,
ideas, where are you now?
Show a glimmer, a glistening,
lost again, I don't know how.

Through the windows of my soul
I dream a world long dead,
A world of innocence now lost,
Memories trapped inside my head.

I see them now as raindrops fall,
Tears on the pane as twilight creeps.
My mind drifts back to girls I loved,
I see, I smile and gently weep.

As darkness falls on winter’s edge,
Leaves kiss the bough farewell,
My thoughts caress the girls I knew
Strong youth with passion swelled.

We walked the pastures, a girl and I.
Held hands, so quiet, a girl so shy.
Sat close together in the shade of an oak
Her head on my shoulder, no words we spoke.

Across green meadows below the copse
Soft white lambs ran and played and hopped,
And gambled and frolicked in soft spring sun
While round us gentle bumbles hummed.

Further still we could hear the sea,
Waves lapping borne on oceans breeze,
Above, blue sky no clouds in view,
When into the oak a raven flew.