Red and White

The ambulance rains,

red, white, screaming and loud

are taking their toll on my head,

screaming at me to fix it, fix it.

The cars

some of them won't get out of the way,

and that’s the one taking the toll on my heart.

Human curiosity is amazing, disgusting.

I want to know, want to know what happened,

what I'd say, is everyone okay?

The city has a voice, sometimes loud, sometimes not

so much. But its always there.

Its wailing begs to drive me away, but I know,
I know that anywhere else,

it’ll never get any better.

She Doll

She sat and she sang,

and for all the eye could see,

she was as happy as could be.

Fine gold threads made up

little lashes framing

big oval eyes, set with blue stones;

Fanning across cheeks so

pale they could only be porcelain.

Rose petals must have been brushed across those

lovely cheeks, to give them that palest pretty blush.

Positioned at will, she could do nothing

but look as pretty as she did,

while she was told of all the beautiful things in life

she had.

Thin copper strands dusted her halo of gold,

dancing around her face in the winds and breeze,

fluttering fancifully around red lips

she couldn’t put to use.

She,

the delicate rose

white as cotton

in a sea of plumage.

They looked again,

For her, their treasure,

and when they did

it was a diamond that rolled down that slope of porcelain

Stone basins

The heart is a basin, starting out so empty

and filled to the top with each drip drop.

It swells and ebbs, rising and flowing

with the motion we set ourselves in

until, accidentally, carelessly,

A stray pebble, word, slips and falls in,

overflowing.

Suddenly like water, everything is spilt

amongst the dust collecting down on the floor.

Secret worlds and lovers flames

scattered and strewn about,

impossible, implausible to put back together again,

leaving the heart lighter, freer to fill back up again.