As gorgeous as a bloodied rose
Yet tainted with a ruddied nose
The blue lips mark the beer glass
Closing gesture
In moth like moves
We only try to protect you.

Cut from the finest cloth
Blighted with a hardened wroth
Of losing halves
A division came too early
Arms empty of his partner.
cells divided and showed
This man the way to pearly gates
Shells remain and echo, longing
to return their true love back home
But never in this life
Ever hard
Embedded now the splinter and shard
On an inappropriate sunny day
the passing
ironic or a softening blow
Mother natures way to go
Under sunshine

Its seems a numbers game
But set in stone
The regular pain
Of survival guilt from those who remain
Rooted
So, I understand
I’m tempered
I’m tethered
He falls, leathered
Bawling crashes, his drunken form
So Tired from the hurt of losing
So scornful come his words
In alcohol drunken
But we understand the few
bitter lemon stings
A streak of salting tears
such feelings cold so shiver
crimnson cracks
In skin the petal thorn
Can cut
but never part
he has worn a river
He is misunderstood
A swinging fist is ghastly followed
As he strikes out at all
And at no one real
Except the Flood of tears
He is confused
The fumbled words
And scathing screams
The 24 carat painful dreams
Are haunting
And he hides pain
The frozen tip is poised
Above the endless lakes of shame
The mis-understanders and hypocrites
The under-handers and fickle fits of nothing
So ready to preach
Poems of those they think they can reach
Yet eject the misfit shouting man
Care not or listen
With string tin can
They are obsolete to me.
Those people have barriers
And ignorance
For they never truly care
And only share in a common word
To push to pull to herd him out
Its raining on the street
His Hugo boss is forced to meet
The dew drop acid rain.
and in diminishing strides
the staggered limp
the lame
cursed those who took no time
to find patricias pain.

for Pat.

feb 2008