A tattooed woman and the hog-eyed man

watched the parade of lost souls

strolling the boulevard

beyond the darkness

when three apocalyptic horsemen

on chrome chariots where home-

less held signs asking

for peace and redemption

from bad music and inane poetry

that permeated the polluted air

somewhere north of San Francisco

where tired old hippies

smoked hash from a forgotten age

when we all dressed in flowers and sage

and lived free of controlling kings

and sad lovers in gilt towers

south of Babylon

Angel in the snow,

sometime after midnight.

15 below in Barcelona.

My full moon shed a frozen tear.

 

Angel in the snow,

what do you want to do?

You can fall in and out of love,

how can I face not knowing?

 

Angel in the snow,

our conversations were simply metaphors

for hearts lost a millennium ago in a faraway city

where too much distraction destroyed our course

through ages of quiet moons,

through ages of starless nights

in the darkness of our souls.

FYI, for those who might be reading my blog, I will not be posting everyday, but sparodically. My time has become less as I am working with my publisher on my latest novel and am intently into writing my next. Thanks to all who have commented or liked some of my poems. I, as well, enjoyed seeeing what others are writing. Sadly, I just do not have the time at present to follow you all. Hopefully, see you later.

when i walked in

the room entered me

exploding imploding

brain cells dying

with chatter noise

crazy loud talk about

impressionists

buddhists

bohemians

poets

bikers

modernists

insane

drunk

sober

unbearable

chatter noise

not enough tequila

to ease my

quiet hysteria

exploding imploding

brain cells dead mind

numbing shatter noise

there she was

on needadate.com,

please salve my lonely heart,

sad so many years from lost loves.

 

email correspondence,

exchanged photos,

a goddess beyond dreams,

she found me interesting,

wanted to meet

next saturday afternoon,

coffee and a walk

in some park,

where flowers bloomed,

water rippled,

lovers held hands,

children played,

dogs were walked,

ducks on the pond,

idyllic new spring, blossom perfume.

 

arrived expectantly

to meet a dream,

never imagined,

heart expectant,

a tap on my arm,

“you” she said,

an excited look

to where she stood,

not her picture,

dark hair,

not blond,

skinny,

not curved,

a smile,

a crooked tooth,

but scared,

so scared,

“sorry”, she said.

 

stared in awe,

took her hand

and fell in love.