I
Down avenues I have ridden
but never like this

My hair, my wheels are flying
Through a zillion birds
who will all rise from the ground with my passing

And my soul is free?

II
Unlike many his soul is in his hands
older than the rest of him
That which makes her beautiful
Is in them

III
I have kept new company
Since that friend went away
This new one overshadows me, she always wears a shroud.
Yet she and I know that I am the beautiful one.
And she speaks for me and faces
all turn away.

IV
When in December a friend called
she asked if perhaps tomorrow would never come
For the last time, I told her,
As Sure As The Sun Will Rise;

Her lover had just left her

V
Cold is like a friend
Making the warmth easier to love & bear

Though forever I will love and such
The flower of energy drops petal upon petal
My flavor shall go unnoticed, noticed too late

your taste burns in my brain, however
Burns my life
Burning

VI
Tomorrow repairs, like sleep
Promise of death, promises of an end to long days
When tough is more than an adjective

09/07/2001