Post by jbstillwater on Dec 12, 2011 15:57:45 GMT -5
art by Katherine Luke, Abstract Wizardries and Design
The light
of a full- moon- night
throws shadows ‘cross her shoulders bare.
Begging for a time
when she would not care
that the day not come.
For time spent ‘neath the neon glow
down on 66
was enough to shrink her mortal life
and send her spinning into the sand
that swept
across her one-man heart.
A dream-weave-spun
when he waved goodbye; sheep cloth
tattered,
hanging from his back-bent
by years of youth, ill spent,
and half filled glasses of wine.
They are the same, sharing whispers,
‘You are better off, gal, ‘
as her wicker wept.
He dealt in oils of devil and snakes,
serving flesh but for a while.
See his molt in the corners deep
Tis why you sin and why you weep!
Yet she waits ‘neath a craven moon.
Her sagging breasts, a map of life.
She knows her professor.
Oh, foolish widow’s lore.
and hopes a half lit stogie burning
through the desert night
belongs to him
Oh, see his molt in the corners deep
Tis why you sin and why you weep!
the poem, and the poem always does you justice Jan, outstanding write as always.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
