Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Mimi, cry

Mimi, cry in the room just like mine
As we look into each other's eyes
I see she feels my pain, knows my heart
Through she never speaks, she always listens.
How I hate when Mimi cries.

But she sheds her tears for me
Her face becomes blotchy red so mine will not.
I get distracted and look past her
All the things in her room are in mine
As far as I can see when Mimi cries.

I only see her over the bureau
And beyond that is the wall and nothing else.
There is no way in and now way out.
She is trapped somewhere in that space.
Perhaps that is why I always see Mimi cry.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Ravens


Carrion across the atmosphere
So thick without breath here;
Only suffocation without life
And eyes swimming in a scarlet sea.

Reaching wings, mangled feathers of the kite
Dusted black, fall like night,
And a dying echo of a cry
Haunts the air, but never leaves my side.

A warning to the people, death has
Gone and come to pass.
Near the distance life abounds and dies
With no end and no way to begin.

A whisper, a moment and the sight
Cannot prevent the flight
Of the shroud that comes to eat the day
Where life doesn't live to know and die.