Betsy

Betsy

Thursday, February 24, 2011

hope broken

I feel like I have climbed this mountain. I have scaled these cliffs and fallen on some long sought shore. Ocean of wisdom. Tides tugging heart strings. Naked moon bathing. Beautiful love and life all around.
I am lost I think.
Laying in a coffins lined with pink slips and canceled rent checks. Fuck off letters from lost friends. Eviction letters on christmas. All the long lost loves of my life attend. Half bathed in spit and half bathed in lipstick but still clenched fist and no last wish only wishes for kisses never meant for me...and they stand and applaud.
Forgotten.
Angels breath on my neck and sunday mornings. Breakfast all day and pj's. Enthusiastic loafing. Making love potions with glances. Making the most out of chances and consumed in the passion...and it will be all this until the last breath
Home.
Pissed off and hurting cursing spitting at me. Heart broke and stoked about it. Songs I would never sing. Places never been. Fisrt times I have never seen. Broken glass in picture frames of me. Mom and Dad I am sorry.
The Love.
Perfect sunsets. Warm wind at my back and your timing. Hands ease. Too many cigarettes and black coffee. Tacos wagons and liquor stores. Pool tables. Gingerbread men. ABC's. Knowing the moment. It happened.
No hope lost or found.
Disasters distraction. Who will buy the flowers. Who will pay the mortgage. The Daughters are homeless. Less fed. Lay out feast on death beds. Welfare checks and bad deeds. Dad fled. Unmade beds and hopeless but he still leaves.
Lost topics.
Warm rains in August. Neck kisses. Your smell. Heartbeat. I will never leave.

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