to thou
who cut the hole
in my paper cup
just as things
were looking up
sending me
tumbling down
with a thud
to
the ground
with a most
unpleasant sound
words from my lips
that
should not be heard
by man or beast
but nonetheless
they were uttered
and then
i saw
an old priest shudder
and
even a butterfly flutter
with wings changing
from
white
to
pink
oh that i could
recall
those words
but reverse blessings
do have their place
especially when they’re
in your face
we rent this space occupying it briefly but everything in the room is ours from the furnishings to random thoughts even the broken dreams scattered throughout the years are ours so it seems strange that we cannot share this small space with whom we choose those who pretend to be our landlords keep insisting that their rules must be followed rules designed for their pleasure and their pleasure is power over others but we pay the rent
i
want
to sing
a happy song
one
like
i’d heard before
but
i can’t recall
or
find the words
and
the only chords
i hear
are those
of
discord
even in the pews
where
psalms
of
love
once
filled the air
now
are
permeated
with
putrid
political
incantations
from
self-deified saints
who merely
sing hate’s sour notes
or
mouth the words
and
meaningless meanderings
of
every charlatan
that’s
ever lived
but
if you happen
to
know the tune
and
better yet
the words
please
sing
it loud enough
that
we may
all
hear it
again
love of my life a phrase initially used as a promissory note to be fulfilled with the passage of time however it may casually signify the status of any of a class of people places or things at some specific point in time like a child grandchild a pet or an unrequited love feelings which may or may not change over time but sometimes the words reflect the richness someone has brought to the lifetime of another person far beyond all the physical representations of love an unmatched deep emotion like what i feel for you