Early one morning
With the blue skies blue
The morning somehow knew
—-
She turned around
She kissed me
She said we would be together another day
Another moon
—-
And all this time
The politics fell
Like an ax in a field
—-
Later I tried to find the words
In my mouth
They never came
—-
She said he packed his bags
He left
And she never really knew why
Pulling her shirt over her head
Lighting a third cigarette
The one who loves the most
Has the least power
So from here on out
She says, while kissing me…
She is going to love, just a little less than that….
—-
I ran in to him at a bar across town
Playing the blues, with a new harmonica now…
The sound isn’t quite right
He’s like a new orphan
In a new home
News travels slow
And faster than light
In this small town
But the headlines
Like headlights
Just give you the edge of the truth
—–
And I wonder if we ever really hear each other
Or if we are like that truth
Somewhere at the edges
Never really seeing
Never really hearing
Just comfortable
But not vulnerable
Maybe authenticity is a lie
Maybe we tried
—-
She packed her bags
She’s getting out
She says she’s never looking back
I smiled
Took another drink
Summer is hard
But winter can be very cruel
She said I was cruel
A fool
Wanting two lives
My diseased
And my art
I took a pen
Wrote a line
Looked for the corner with the bathroom
Felt a pain in my chest
It’s difficult when you know it’s over
It’s difficult even worse
Because I can’t separate my disease from life
I wish I could
—-
We sat together in the park
We felt a spark
We fell asleep
Holding hands
The hospital walls grew thin
The smell of life itself
Maybe in time
Everything heals
time is an illusion
Of security
But even so
15 or 20 years
We will be better prepared
For life itself
Women with men
Hearts on fire in the rain
We lost whatever we gained
—
Turn away
Our conversation
Is changed
We meet
Where we are
Fortune cards
In this marketplace
Social media in our face
Takes passions place
I give you 100 percent of my heart
Beyond this communication
Newsfeeds shaved her head
Crucified this love
They couldn’t see
Her 50 percent was 100 percent
All she had to give ….
And in night
Under the changing of the moon
The angels drink with the demons
And talk about how
The times are changing
But we are still the same
Racing in the rain
Trying to take the pain
Out of death
And keep our name
Regarding Samuel 