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One Of Those Days When I Crawl Out To Talk To Sun

All treasures of the earth
Are here under my feet.
The symbol of rebirth,
I can’t withstand this heat.

You’ve kissed so many spears,
Blinded so many hearts.
My cozy sepulchers.
My jilted Bonapartes.

Is that just what I’ve earned?
How can I ask for more?
You’ll burn me like you’ve burned
All of my kin before.

The symbol of rebirth,
I live under a stone.
The irony, my earth.
The solitude, your throne.

15 april 2020

MW

Hear the ancient violins,
Old and creaky gates.
In our silky silence
Ribbons turn to chains.

Sure this is your stable
And my limbs enchained.
You think you are able.
You think I am trained.

Wipe the dusty window.
Look out in the gray.
You are in my kingdom,
My Milky Way.

Thanksgiving

Thank you for leaving,
For leaving me, the paper world, the songs
Behind.
Thank you for killing,
For killing me, with all my wrongs,
You’re kind.
Thank you for seeing
How words and chords are weaving,
Are weaving all the meaning:
Left hand, right hand, I understand;
For every yes and no:
They come and go,
Oh now I know.
So thank you.
Thank you, “who”-ever you might be,
“What”-ever, should I say, you see,
Because I thank for knowing:
It’s never been ‘bout you and me.

April 2020