Last updated on November 14, 2023
words by barbara doduk
5.
and
blushing girls
smiling over the waste baskets
clinging to the record spinning
hanging off the tail
of the rat they called mine
or was it his
or theirs
or no ones in the end
and does it even really matter
to me any more
and
caressing sleeves
little pathetic moving moments
over candle wax
and soft sound
whimpered the words
with roses red and blooming
wined and liquored up
the love was easy
though the meaning never grasped
and well
just never mind
the ending life never hits repeat
the days never claim compensation
for lost time
the morning brings newness
freshness
clean scented
fruit filled hammock swings
and
no more trees growing here
inside the clear-cut
ravaging the green forest
mining the caves clear
resourceful sour petty cliques
hoarding red bloodied logs
damming up the flow of free thought
and
black clouds
lingering over horizon
golden set sunlight
over peaches
fuzzy navel beaches
with blue blanket
sand trapped
in the moon landscape ball
evergreen pastures
grazing fields filled with gloom
my lifeless marriage
holding the axe of impeding doom
and
the world spinning
all around it keeps close time
sandman bring me dreams of a better land
with dragons
fairy-tales that come true
and lollipops
cherry
wishful thinking
merry tight-wearing men
and
tomorrow is holding my fate
the key to unlock my hell
flames eat away the edges of sanity
and the end is always near
waiting just for the crack
the snap
breakdown nerves
and it’ll flood the channels
and end the suffering endured,