Don't
look now I'm
fading away Into
the gray of my mornings Or
the blues of every night Is
it that my nails keep
breaking Or
maybe the corn on
my secind little piggy Things
keep popping out on
my face or
of
my life It
seems no matter how I
try I become more difficult to
hold I
am not an easy woman to
want They
have asked the
psychiatrists psychologists politicians and
social workers What
this decade will be known
for There
is no doubt it is loneliness If
loneliness were a grape the wine would be vintage If
it were a wood the furniture would be mahogany But
since it is life it is Cotton Candy on
a rainy day The
sweet soft essence of possibility Never
quite maturing I
have prided myself On
being in the great tradition albeit circus That
the show must go on Though
in my community the vernacular is One Monkey Don’t Stop the Show We
all line up at some midway point To
thread our way through the boredom and futility Looking
for the blue ribbon and gold medal Mostly
these are seen as food labels We
are consumed by people who sing the same old song STAY: as sweet as you are in
my corner or
perhaps just a little bit longer But
whatever you do don’t change baby baby don’t Change Something
needs to change Everything some say will
change I
need a change of pace face attitude and life Though
I long for my loneliness I
know I need something Or
someone Or
…… I
strangle my words as easily as I do my tears I
stifle my screams as frequently as I flash my smile it means nothing I
am cotton candy on a rainy day the unrealized dream of an idea unborn I
share with the painters the desire To
put a three-dimensional picture On
a one-dimensional surface 1980 |
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