Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Two women in a place not here

1 Jazz bar

the raindrops that fall in the light of the night
are like the tears of love when the autumn kicks in;
to a woman, the words and tune, they’re sunset bright
to let a late night loving come, place a bet, we will win

the tree, the flower might sway in the night air
but I only want to be in motion with you, the time when I
know you gaze at early morning legs, you touch my hair
to watch the morning change, the rain of the waning night go by

2 Concert

the energy and pace of nature are beginning to clash
the rain is beating on a desolate landscape of exposed igneous rock
the typhoon is blasting the coast
writhing in agony, cutting and opening

ripping out the interior

in the desert, the abrasion of weathering
is scratching away at a million rock surfaces of quartz
in the snow-covered mountains, the winds tear at the atmosphere
the avalanches break anything in their way

ripping out the interior