There’s nothing else here
it’s as empty as
your heart chambers
I can still hear the echo
of it’s palpitations
calling my name
it’s as distorted
as it’s always been
and I can’t respond
you don’t understand
all I have left
is a pencil
that’s been burned to pieces
a padlock
that’s never been able to
keep strangers away
and a half burned candle
that’s never gotten me to
stop wanting to burn things
down to a crisp
including everything
its ever touched
You are not enough
to get my heart beating
I’m sorry
my heartstrings just don’t
ache for
you.
Heartstrings -{renata ferretti}
I loved you
until I didn’t
and now I want to
feel it again
but not for you
never again
for you.
Love(d) -{renata ferretti}
I’m in love with being in love
so as a poet
to be selective hurts
to think about missing
a story
of pain and love
and heartbreak
It hurts
I
hurt.
On pain and love -{renata ferretti}
Molly
Molly pushes a baby stroller sometimes. It holds her precious finds along the roads and alley short cuts she knows well. She is evasive and skinny. Her hair is matted, congruent to the rugged look of her face. I've seen Molly a few times. Whenever I see her I give her money or cigarettes, whatever's in my wallet and purse at the time. Molly speaks very little and quickly disperses. One day I saw Molly inside a McDonalds. It was there she looked into my eyes for the first time. How beautifully blue her eyes are. The town tried to give her a permanent shelter; she left it. Molly is out there somewhere in her tattered and dirty clothes, surviving.
Do or Die
I always longed for my turn,
But I was never ready.
I wanted to be a hero,
But such a life is deadly.
I said I would do or die,
But I can’t even try
To be who I’m meant to be-
To help them all to see
What way is right
Tonight.
Now it is my time,
And the clock’s not broken.
My spirit’s what’s in pieces;
My fear has awoken.
I will either do or die,
But can I even try
To be who I’m meant to be-
To help them all to see
What way is right
Tonight?
I need to help these people,
I need to save them all.
I have to lift them up,
No matter how far I fall.
It’s time to do or die,
And I can only try
To be who I’m meant to be-
To help them all to see
What way is right
Tonight.
I will do, I won’t die-
Who would I be if I didn’t try
To be who I’m meant to be-
To help them all to see
What way is right
Tonight?
Birds Fly Low at Noon
I walked inside
this lab one day
They had a sign
that promised pay...
A doctor took
my hand and led
me to a room where
they dress your head
with nuts and bolts
like Jesus Christ;
I shoulda known I'd
pay some price...
When I was 27,
or was it 28 ?
I gotta call from
some slick Rick
He said I had a date
but it was how
he said it,
"The birds fly low
at noon..."
He turn me to
the 'Kiss of Death'
followed by gun perfume...
No nothing's free
nor sand nor surf
you waste a grand just
to stand and flirt
So hippies flock
'mist Cali rust
to a new lab which
shakes out dust
betwixt our ears
make Jekyl hide
in a sweet girl;
a fir tree vibe...
They dealt a drug
called LSD...
it spreads like mad
through communities...
When I was 27,
or was it 28 ?
I gotta call from
some slick Rick
He said I had a date
but it was how
he said it,
"The birds fly low
at noon..."
He turned me to
the kiss of death
followed by gun perfume...
If anyone was fibbing,
or marking up
their gate
they only had
to call me up...
I'd come and
seal their fate.(2x)
©
9/13/20
Bunny Villaire
infinitely unhappy girl
Oh, infinitely beautiful girl
you are not alone
she wrote with
scarlet lipstick on her mirror
But words alone
don't
change hearts
and she was infinitely
unhappy
cursed
doomed
All the boys and men
said yes
to her
but her brother still
said no
Pressure Points
Shall I point
To the loci
Of my thoughts
Inside the body?
They occupy real
Space
And cause real
Damage
Can food
And hands
And actions
Intimidate them?
around the smokey hole
You can still be good
at what you do
without liking
what you do
It’s more common than
you’d imagine
The words reflected his face
in the steamy bathroom mirror
He watched
until he felt cold in his
nakedness
and shivered
reached for the towel
wiped
got out of the bathroom
put on clothes
and returned to his writing
desk
The blank page was ugly
unlike the somewhat encouraging
words on the steamy mirror
He reached into the drawer
pulled out the pen
stuck it into his mouth
clicked it
Reached again into the drawer
pulled out the gun
pointed it at the blank page
fired
He wrote for the remainder of
the day and the next
night around the smokey hole
It was finally
beautiful