Envy – Ego – Err (Dial M for Murder)
Today I kill you with green
mortification by envy
in part justified
in part grass
a regurgitated death of
a heartless queen
of dreams
Today I kill you with green
Today I kill —
the dream
Courbevoie
I walked the streets of
Paris, le gay Pari’, though
no rainbow I saw; just the
gray that was beneath me,
my mind uneased by
the not knowing
the not speaking
them not speaking
the not quite belonging
not just yet – anyway
Walking in Paris
I walked
from bed to bath
down creaking stairs
of a shabby Paris
hotel
Passed passed-out
drunks and on to
Louvre – a sunny day
sun block was
bought
Through the trees and
the park up to the
arc so triumphant
an Italian wanted trade
leather for much needed
petrol; no, no, no
Down towards Seine
through smelly back-ways
I found myself lost
dreaming of riding
bareback to relieve the
pressure upon my feet
so sore
Towards the tower Eiffel
with snakes of fellow
Parisian I join the queue
for Northern lights but
patience ran out quick
I left
Onward and upwards
Trocadero in my grasp
the views not spectacular
but I would not miss them
for the world
Submission to the Metro
line 6 to Etoile
then further out to
Le Defense majestic in
its sight
With hope of rest my
day so ended, RER A back
to Les Halles my friend
no one waited, just the
open window of the
shabby Paris hotel
I stay in
thus far
You say “thus far”
implies
there is more to
come
as a promise
given
of more more
much more
but I say “thus far”
will only take you
here
no more will be given
except the final
stop – on its own
.
underground
You might say
I was a Toddler of
the Underground
The layers of
blankets wrapped
up harder so hard
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the blankets long
gone go figure
You might say
I was a Child of
the Underground
Seeking solitude
among worms and
rotten bones
Comforted by moisten
soil beneath my skin
and echos of
silent dreams
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the soil has washed
away, still dreaming
You might say
I was a Adolescent of
the Underground
Tunnelling deeper and
deeper into
becoming one
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
the tunnels
never ending
You might say
I was an Adult of
the Underground
Building my house
on solid foundations
should have been the
plan, now crumbling
I cannot say for
sure as the memories
are fading, I am
getting older and
with age comes
another burden
You might say
I will become the Hero of
the Underground
Rising above the petty
squabbles, embracing the
love I have so far
not bothered with
I cannot say for
sure as the time is
of limit but I pray
you are right and the
remaining days be
b.l.e.s.s.e.d
Prompted by a @reinventingwednesday ย prompt: underground
The Other Side
I long for The Other Side, where
the grass is green, and the apples hang
just within my reach, just so.
I long for The Other Side, where
the sea is still, but with a breeze to
keep me cool, and the seagulls sing
to please, if at all.
I long for The Other Side, where
the sky is blue when blue it so should be
the tears of god would only fall
through the night, so still.
I long for The Other Side, where
I can stand strong; alone, my voice
carry power, there where I would
belong.
I belong on The Other Side
(Prompted by a @thatrandompromptโ ย prompt: The Other Side)
as if…
Pickles; Eric and jars full
awaiting layering upon a
midnight sandwich,
corned beef stacked on
cheese slices for a
perfect end to the
night