Tell Me Again

Tell me again of all the days to come,
Of how you’ll be my partner through it all.
My eyes aren’t working right, my hands are numb;
The story’s at an end, here, in this hall,
And I am left with dreams I’ve held so long
That letting go of them, though right, seems wrong.

Tell me again you’ll never, never change;
Tell me the lies I must have longed to hear.
There are announcements, but the voice seems strange,
As down the passageway you disappear,
And I am left to grief and to despair —
Another feeling you and I won’t share.

Instead, I guess, I’ll tell myself again:
I made what-never-was what-should-have-been

Red and Green

I married I married an Irish girl
With red red hair and a Celtic name
I traveled I traveled from sea to sea
By bold love to proclaim

I hallowed I hallowed recalescence
The iron the iron it cooled so fast
And left my old heart my gray heart no pretense
And little that would last

She left me she left me one Autumn day
The Irish lass with the red red hair
And the dearg glas cailín from far away
Left with the Samhain air
 


 

(“Red and Green” – 11-22-2014)

Morning Thought #2

Everything in life’s a contest,
Winning’s all, and nothing more:
Love and honor, truth and beauty,
All lie bleeding on the floor

Let’s get trophies, let’s be winners
In all things, without remorse;
Everything in life’s a contest:
Traffic, shopping, love, divorce

Spotty Memories

Pizza and Beer

We finished a rehearsal
One warm and muggy night;
A bunch of us decided
To meet up for a bite

So we had beer and pizza –
Which was a nice repast –
And I was chatting with a red-haired
Woman from the cast —

I asked her out to my place:
Just a fancy, nothing forced –
And then we’re getting married.
And then getting divorced.

The whole things started simply;
In six years, we were through —
It’s possible in telling this
I missed a point or two

For now although it’s foggy
Two things do stand out clear:
What ended up in sadness
Did start with too much beer.

Relationships and choices –
The whim of moments gone —
Just memories that fade away
Like hangovers
At dawn