Requiem

Three past midnight, stormy skies

Waves of the ocean hitting shore rocks hard

They expect an answer to the question "why?"

A joyous whisper, inside my skull:

"It's our pleasure, at last you arrived.

Let go of your past - we don't hold grudge"

"You were born again, by the golden sun.

This is your lighthouse, a gift from us.
Come play here, we show you around."

"Marbles and stones, was our holy game.

We lost the marbles, you want ten stones?"

These all happened the day you died...

July thirty first, nineteen sixty nine.




City of Love

When wolves howled in the full moon

I remembered I danced with your inner tune 

But there was a little city I knew

that burned my thumb 

and ripped my soul:

a fountain of blue marbles

a labyrinth of pure velvet,

A golden slide! but for ousted angels...

a city that took away my glory, and started this story:

The story of your chiseled face - in pleasure and in pain... 

Dreaming all day without pace, on the corner of 3rd and main..

 

The story of your naked back - flogged in the summer rain...

Kisses high on white smack, neither laugh nor disdain..... 

The story of your rebel soul- fighting devil with a wooden sword...

Reaching for the rose, what we've got?  thorn and thorn, thorn and thorn ...