heat

it was hot – so hot
I sat at home & thought
“will I, or will I not
brave the steamin’ Cleveland streets?
curse the sticky tar
that’s sure to burn my tender feet?”

but I wanted a new pair of earrings –
it was my birthday, you see
so I locked the door behind me
& took the elevator down

the Square was loud – too loud
though sweaty heads were bowed
no one seemed cowed
by heat that shimmered
I stood patiently in line
behind a woman whose hair glimmered

I was thinking of those earrings –
imaginin’ how they’d look, you see
when I heard your voice behind me
& my stomach dropped down

“We’re both in for a long wait
& this heat will not abate
“sit with me – share a cold fruit plate”
gray eyes smiled with a glint
no wedding ring I saw
so as simply as that, I went

“I’m goin’ to buy some earrings –
It’s my birthday, you see”
you leaned in & smiled at me
& confused, my eyes looked down

without the slightest hesitant trace
I took you back to my place
together we entered that holy space
our love was a passionate haze
consigned to
150 days

but all I’d wanted was new earrings –
it was my birthday, you see
I never thought he’d abandon me
break my heart, leave me down

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Heat 2

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disillusioned

well I’ll be damned
what’s this I see?
dissension in the church
just don’t seem right to me

the flower arrangers can’t decide
if they should accept the flowers
donated by the bride

the volunteers who do
the coffee & the tea
are havin’ a mad hair-pullin’ spree

the cleaners is all upset
they get mad, makes ‘em nervous
such a mess left behind after every service!

the vestry is snide
gossip runs rife
this stuff is spoilin’ my religious life

do the angels fight in heaven?
Ariel & Metatron?
Jesus would weep to see what’s goin’ on

this is not how things
is sposed to be
surely this is not Christianity

I’m losin’ my religion
I’m sad & kinda pissed
when did the love vanish?
perhaps I’ll join the atheists!

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disillusioned

song for old rockers

his eyesight’s dimmin’
yet he spends hours at that screen
peckin’ out a stream of words
as his thoughts careen

his hairline is recedin’
but about that he don’ care
he has visions, he has feelings
they’re important – he must share

so he ignores the creak in his knees
he laughs at the vagaries of age
his heart remains youthful
as he climbs onto the stage

his torn t-shirt is too small
to hide that middle-aged paunch
but his voice is strong & true
his guitar is ever staunch

his tattoos sag, now wrinkled
a road map mars his still long legs
yet his soul stays one with the crowd
they lend their life as they beg

so he ignores the ache in his back
ignores the critics who think it’s wrong
dude plans to dies onstage
beltin’ out that final song

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old rock star

it never goes away

disquiet rides in
on the pale horse of dreams
cantering amongst moonbeams
impervious to the screams
of the nightmare tossed

despair saunters in
with a flirtatious dance
staying awhile to dance
offering no hope or chance
to the many lost

death stalks in
eyes burning fever bright
looking neither left nor right
an oft blessed blight
if one cares naught about the cost

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it never goes away