When The Lights Go Out

on the rock that shimmers
a golden plate
set for someone
anyone
to take apart
piece by piece

I’m afraid that it won’t end
and your slate
wiped clean, erased
again
she’ll fall apart
piece by piece

the green died with the love
that you could never give
and can’t will back

in the jealous mind appears
a golden ring
made for no one
no one
it strangles
then rips you apart
piece by piece

speak when the lights go out
speak when the lights go out
speak

            

          

Copyright L.M. 2008.

Station

I couldn’t stretch it
it began furtively
the weasel of a creature
stitching disaster with a golden flare
dancing brushstrokes in the air
stepping lightly
flooding slow
a prick to welcome
boring deep within
each layer, each flaking level
it could be cruel
but I’m sure this isn’t new
I know the tracks
and paint the country with pleasure
still be the train, upon them all
useless and crumbling
but ever so mighty
bending light with each day
crowding this heaven-sent boundary
to a cradle beneath
somehow immersed in everything
so carbon me
make me realistic
drawn and painted and sung
compose me your morals
stand with posture perfect
gripping ledges
haphazard leaping
and suddenly —
you see it too

so change it all, and harbour no chain
abandon weight, for I can help you fly

   

      

Finished: 8:28 a.m., Wednesday, December 5th, 2007.