Empty Cups
On the floor
Next to my bed
Looking at them
God is dead
No orange juice
No rhyme
No whiskey
No time
My life is a shallow river
Red, bled and misled
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Beautiful symphony has given way to
A grotesque opera
Young butterfly
A feeble hen
Aged bodies
All in a row
Nimbly dancing with the crow
Spending the day
Staring at faded gray
Nothing between them
And the end
Except a hollow bend
Where there once was a friend
Now only school shoes that do not trend
Blue Rain
A mere stain on the windowpane
Just isn't the same
Causing this much pain
In the margarine lane
Oh, maker above
Please send love
So, we know we are not stone
But skin and bone
On an island alone
Blue rain
Driving me insane
Like a fountain in the
Courtyard of the lame
Turquoise tongue
Sleeping young
Like a shower run
When life has lost its fun
Please oh, great orb
Wonder not about the end
But the sweet beginning
And how it rusted
Into being
Eating faces
Without places
Time braces for plastic gazes
Blue rain
Pockmarked bane
On a Gibraltar of gain
Dreaming of school
Like an old fool
On a metro train
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