The day I met……………………………THE YETI

The day I met the Yeti,
I was with my Auntie Betty.
We were sailing paper boats at Newton shore.
Now the Yeti wasn’t pretty,
But then neither was Aunt Betty,
When she smiled at him, the Yeti thought he’d scored!

Their first date was at the Gaiety,
In the back row they got matey,
Then the Yeti growled to Betty, “I luff you”.
There was romance in the air,
There were fleas in Yeti’s hair.
Auntie Betty had to buy strong dog shampoo.

Once again, you're warded in the hospital,
leaving me feeling so helpless,
wondering if I have failed as a son
in spite of my best efforts..

Mother, please get well
Your children are waiting for your return
There is an air of melancholy here
lingering in your absence

the room sighs
like the stillness
crossed legs
dreaming thighs

in the drum
the river turns
the night swims
the stars fire beneath
a sheild of ghosts

i was a grassland once
pressed into the earth
with the naked spine or reason
throughout the remaining dance
the flames wandered
like birds hunting
singing a great height
score

i was a dream that enhanced
a pyre
a thrust of an ideal
honing a keen edge
on fulcrums of ideals

WHEN ANGELS ARE SILENT

There was a sudden silence
cutting deep into my heart.
The noise of living ended
and all connection broken.
I listened for a faint whisper
to tell me there is no end
but no words were spoken..
I thought I would see you again,

There is a painful silence.
No voice to comfort
no one to lead the way
as my day is near
and my soul listens
for a whisper
to tell me you are there..

She gazed into the mirror and
gently touched her face with her fingertips
not quite sure what happened here
she whispered to herself

Am I awake or yet asleep
A wink or a nod, did I sleep too long
It was just yesterday, it seems
that my glorious youth still reigned

Dark hair, now turning gray
Skin so smooth, now forming lines
Still, she is happy
So many other things of beauty surround her

It was the golden month,
A nurturing time,
Where I looked to words with ambitious eyes,
But the haze of the cold was strong,
Menacing to the young slicks adept to the warmth of California.

So I only wrapped myself in clouded thoughts,
Safe in what I knew,
Walking around all cool,
Acting all mad with poetry,
Not sure if everyone could figure it out,
Though I was content with my own ideas.

(Night has taken over. The cemetery is completely black with the exception of a slight silver glow from the sliver moon above. Sasha has become so overwhelmed with her freedom and the outrage from her alter egos that she has buried herself deep within the confines of her psyche. Nevermore has emerged to see to it that they receive justice for all the years they suffered. She begins her clever rampage as soon as it appears to be safe, while embarking on her own monologue as her journey moves forward).