Piper in the Parking Lot
Was it Pan or Kokopeli,
squatting in the parking lot,
playing a tenor recorder?
I don't know.
He wore jeans, you see,
and track shoes-
that makes it hard to tell.
But he was out of place.
He didn't belong at Burger King,
bearded, shirtless, and piping at dusk.
I wonder, did anyone else see him?
A Mystery, out of place,
Out of time?
A wild thing-
like the sparrows, pecking at abandoned fries,
I drove by, of course.
Unwilling to risk a collision,
or an embarrassing incident
with a burger-flipper waiting for the bus.
But, what if I had stopped?
Oh! What if I had stiopped?
Between
A brazen mirror,
set with stars,
with ebon hills be-rimmed;
what revelation could be mine
should I but gaze within?
The starry depths
show sandy skies;
earth and air combined.
Solar warmth
enflames the wave
that crests
witihn the mind.
Fairy castle city lights
waver in the glass,
phantom breezes footfalls puff,
vagrant through the grass.
Twilight magic shifts the world
twixt gloaming and the mirk
and all the elements entwine;
wind, sun, sand, and surf.
And if I had the strength of will,
and if I had the time,
then could I step between the veils?
What wisdom would be mine?
Or would I merely slip in mud
and waterlog my clothes?
It's dark, it's cold, I'm going home.
I guess I'll never know.
Ginger(ly)
A fairy tale princess
in your ostritch feather gown
you floated over a mirror-bright stage.
No one but you knew
your feet were bleeding.
Like Cinderell's step-sisters,
your magical slippers
were red inside.
Red shoes like little Katrin's
who lived to dance and was punished,
brutally.
Did the ruby slippers taste blood
at the death of the witch?
Was Dorothy punished for her flight?
Katrin and the step-sisters
ended with scarlet bindings,
crutches their reward
And you, Ginger?
Second fiddle to Astaire
though your part was harder,
hobbled in high heels.
The fates were somewhat kinder,
you ended in a chair.
Your feet unbound and whole,
crippled nonetheless.
A throne for a queen-
fairy tale elegance to the end.
But, oh! Look back, look back,
there's blood on the track!
I'll follow as best I can,
but I tread it
Gingerly.
Pretty-pretty
Smiling and smiling
with perfect teeth and empty eyes,
she struts and shimmys,
poses and pouts,
dedicated to looking good.
Though the music throbs,
the singer wails and moans,
yearning, lonely, unloved,
loving, sighing---
needing to be neede, valued, understood--
she wriggles aqnd smiles
in perfect counterpoint.
Laughing at his broken heart
grinning, grinning with her empty eyes---
death, laughing at human need,
at love, lonliness, longing for warmth.
Telling us with her cold unyealding grin,
that life, love, and needing the love of others
are nothing.
Devaluing them with her smile
she gives us no hope, no comfort,
just the promise
of a cold grave, alone,
and a perfect grin,
below
empty eyes.
Lights out,window open
I wait-
for a sound, soft in the night
of wings
carrying you to me
silent tread, a shadow
looms
stalking me with the grave's
icy passion
Is it death or love?
Cold arms enfold me
strong as stone
breath on my cheek
air from the tomb.
Cold lips, white hot
kiss
sharp, sears me to
my soul
and my heart sounds madly in my ears.
Crying out
in
pain?
or is it
pleasure?
As I pull you to me-
nails in your unyeilding flesh.
I feel your need join
mine
as the world slips away
and I surrender
my
soul.
I am the past gliding softly
above the present,
an inaudible whisper
that crowds out
sound,
sense,
speech.
I am white noise hanging
vaporous
by the curtain,
limp and clinging.
My empty eyes
filled with longing
look beyond,
away,
into the past.
Tethered
just out of reach
my arms hold
nothing,
and stretch twoard
eternity,
and your embrace.
You hold me,
Tightly with an embrace
neither of us can break,
because we have never tried.
And I am caught
suspended in nowhere,
made out of nothing,
a haunt.
And I hunt
your gift
in the crazy cold
shower of light.
Hide and seek in the trees
running you down
chasing your scent
hot animal musk
filling my lungs
making me drunk
I howl my need
Echoes my only answer.
Crystalline stars
crisp against the
ebon sky
my footfalls crunch
accross the ground
(beneath it you lie)
A name, numbers
scratched into
hard stone
all that remain to mark your passing,
that and your
face,
voice,
touch,
forever etched into my heart.
Always with you
and ever
Alone.
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