with a hat wreathed in flowers
and sex on the beach
besides the high water line
under a sun shaped like a vagina
the woman felt relaxed
holding a large cigarette in her mouth
reading Dionysos
while wet sand pushed between her toes
the lady felt the heat of July
little by little
draw salty beads of perspiration
in wavy lines
on her skin
in a loose-fitting dress
and barefoot
in a quiet way
she later looked at herself in a mirror
and saw a bird fly from a wire cage.
how can you catch the sparrow?
the bone separating from the heart
of the marrow?
can you hold an angel in your arms
when she's afraid to surrender all her charms?
where does the day go when it's gone?
are we just waiting for another simple dawn?
are you there to remind me of who i am,
so i can return to love you once again?
warm sunshine and a gentle shower
a kiss a lifetime a day a passing hour
i knew i loved you on the avenue
in a dream i felt it all come true
two mingled souls and a hungry kiss
a memory saved for the future reminisce
i knew i loved you on the avenue
in a dream i felt it all come true
how can you catch the sparrow?
the bone separating from the heart
of the marrow?
can you hold an angel in your arms
when she's afraid to surrender all her charms?
where does the day go when it's gone?
are we just waiting for another simple dawn?
are you there to remind me of who i am,
so i can return to love you once again?
no worries in my hot bathroom shower
i soap my face
shampoo my hair
notice the slipping of another hour
as i age
but no worries as i get dressed in clean jeans
and pressed shirt
pull my belt not too tightly
as i did in my teens
and no worries as i sit down for lunch
the world news has been turned off completely
for many, many months now
because i had a hunch
the stories would be very unhealthy
as i age.
i stepped on the society carpet
and it felt thread-bare
when i picked at it
it was no longer there
but now floating in the air
like a soft dream i fantasized
a whispered voice: "you won first prize!"
although i didn't enter any contest voluntarily
i must have been stranded on a beach
looking for my feet
many other hopefuls
sped past
crab-like to holes in the sand
i had a tiny bucket and a small plastic shovel
building castles inside my mind
by the low tide mark
there was no bend in my road
i didn't like to bend
i liked to shovel the wet sand
i found small bits of shell and stone
a fragile body
all which i used to decorate my growing castle
by the low tide mark
this was before the storm came and washed me
away to sea:
i took my bucket and shovel with me.
