face
distraction
pain
and greed
look
around you
face
your need
time
has taught you
only
to lead
(so) break
the mold now
be free
I’ve wanted so much for you
more than you wanted me to
footsteps could lead me away
or bring me right back to you
upon the houses
the rain starts to fall
upon the benches
it drenches them all
and I’ve seen your light
it shines through the night
and upon the streets
far below
Copyright L.M. 2008.
bunchcut clumps of frozen roses
bundled tight with severed hoses
lay at rest beside a broken/wingèd
horse upon a token
buried deep beneath a well
somewhere in its wat’ry cell
reflects a beam of fortune calling
stalling, standing ten feet tall
against the wall, much to bestow
a tiny glist’ning, far below
in a note of candid calling
bawling of an issue, wrote
what comes as coming standard
wish you naught a fret, refraining gloat
a stubborn goat, a sour day’s bet
will ‘ere the morning hour be met
and call you shall with all in hues
this blinded, baited, blessèd news
Copyright L.M. 2007.
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