The Silencing Echoes

Long and hard are the sighs.

Blind with conviction the still standing victorious

They slip from the mountaintops

Stand still, offering vases .....

Hurling themselves headlong into the abyss. .............

Overflowing with liquid certitude,

The Bliss, standing nearby, smiles coyly .............

And empty of promises.

Drinking songs from a tulip glass.

Neither ignorant nor uncaring,

The war wages on.

The Bliss approaches the edge of the pit,

Blood flows from open wounds,

Pouring in the last drops of sweetness,

And lies pile up in heaps where captains

And lying down to sleep.

Of mercenary toil commend their troops.

While the music swells in anticipation

The broken trust and deception dirge plays slowly,

Of tomorrow’s answers,

A solemn march of inexorable seeking .

Today, too soon for tender remembrances,

For anxious citizens listening for any notes of

The arc of triumphant voices cascades into the

................ ...................................................harmony,

.................................................. valley. .

Blossoms they might pluck from the pit.

Drowning the mountain sighs, the silencing echoes

................................................... shatter

Silently sipping its nectar,

In the scattered, darkened light.

The Bliss gazes softly,

Its delicate fingers stroke notes

From aching mothers

While ailing fathers weep in a minor key.

American Vet

American, oh I’m an American .

Eating sideways out of a tin can,

Sipping rummy gin from a cracked chassis,

I’m a walking pharmaceutical cornucopia .

Stepping out through an oblong alleyway,

Legal and ill, I advertise for the drug culture

My chin only a stubble away from inflicting sorrow.

I’m their paid prescription plan.

Yes, I’m as American as Hubert or W, ..

See, I got here in an all-American way,

Or What’s His Face, the Masker of Ceremonies.

From the Gridiron to the Grunge

When I dream in nightmares

By way of a sour cherry tree

Of hazarded guesses, and mixed opportunities,

Chopped down by the father of my children.

I am the one left standing in the tidal wave of dust.

That’s right, I got here on my own dime,

American, oh yes, I’m an American,...

Cause time didn’t heal me as promised..

Red, black and blue with the rest of them,

I took the responsibility out with the trash,

Beaten down and beat up with the best of them,

And kept going.

Lowdown and high most of the time. .

Relative Fidelity

1. THE NIGHT BEGAN

Slipping ..

3. THE DARKNESS

....... .... and sliding

He just slept, ignorant of her turmoil,

....... ............. and slugging

while she lay there fantasizing

.................. ....... ..... and slitting

realizing the impasse of passion’s misdirection.

....... . ..................... ....... and slapping ..

Aspects of their earlier conversation's belligerence

...................... .................. ..... and slaving

and boredom precipitated his eventual yawns and

............................................. ...... ..... and slinking

........................................................... snores.

... ............................ .................. ....... ....... and sleeping

However somewhere within the whispering

...................... ....... ..... yes, finally s l e e p i n g.

........................................................... screams,

beyond the impressive tirades

2. DORMIRE

a bit of truth was spoken,

While he slept,

but by the baseness of its expression, was lost.

she trudged through her memories,

The origins of suffering known only in secret,

past the seepage of disparaging sexual occlusions,

hidden in the dark recesses of repressed memory

the wanted-to-be inclusions of passionate exchange.

came into their battles as the power behind the

She laid there at the ready

........................................................... moan.

suppressed expressive motions,

No control had she for the raging fires that inflamed

and repressed possessive writhings,.

........................................................... her need

awaiting the trigger imagination can’t provide.

Awkwardly, she turned over on her belly her hands

reached down to touch the pain between her thighs.

So many men that she longed for, .

Maybe this time she could reach the peak.

but hadn’t had

Maybe this time she could get over the top.

—owing to her commitment to remain faithful

Maybe this time she could get it to stop.

to her sleeping bed mate—

had heard her promises had awaited their moment

4. HIS HERS THEIRS

in the wet and wild when she would finally

She stifled her screams.

relinquish her somewhat solemn oath

The time to dote on points past prime was past.

to the somneloquent sleeper

She was done scraping the empty jar.

who snored at her side.

The two of them lingered

.............. allied by lies

These days she accepted only verbal excitations

............................side by side.

phone solicitations, and swelling promises

.............. across the length of the mattress

of lasting satisfaction.

.............. their flesh touching elbow to elbow

Titillations whispered in an effort to

............................ knee to thigh. .

—or at least what she claimed was an effort to—

He grumphed and shifted

communicate. Communicate?

turning away from her quivering body

What had she to say to these propositions?

ignorant of the fire burning itself out in her womb.

To follow through?

She reached her unfulfilling denouement,

For now she was imprisoned

and while her breathing subsided,

in a paradox of addiction:

the rough edges of her passion smoothed over,

shackled to the left by her band of gold

and she would be able to carry on with the illusion.

and fettered to the right by her flood of desires.

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