A night at the opera She had not yet had Philistine poet Blasphemous, mad Oh my good lord My mamma did play Full blast Nessum Dorma At my father’s wake She may not have known The story in full, Yet surely she could - Caress tenor wool The whole church Went silent - All but for Mum’s cries The music Went dormant My dad Reached the sky And what she all wanted - That music to lift That spirit in silence The soul, honored gift Impressions, And music, And ashes - So esteemed The lyrics Won’t matter - Vibration Goes deep Impression, Spirit, And sound, Precious deed A musical ceiling - Solemn, Fateful, Sleep
They said goodbye, And went to cry, They sobbed so much, That door, Just slammed She said adieu, Goodbye, Au revoir Becoming truth, Sight to behold, Beware, Unfold, Belittle Not He said Goodbye, Au revoir, Godspeed Enfants, Pink, Bright, Dark Lulla-bies They sing Along, With honest Pace Piano stars, Au revoir, Far cry, To those That loved, And those, That Played Enfants, Bright-eyed, Dark Lulla-bies For your good Night Behave, enfants Sleep tight. Don’t, Be afraid, Of Dark. Black Lullaby.
I admire you I like you but… You are magic You aim high but… I always wished I’d met you earlier In silent dreams We’d burst The mystery Of everything All so tragic - You know that! I admired you I loved you You were magic You aimed high And meeting you I do remember In silent dreams We’d burst Macabre dance I’d be a step nearer - Yet you kept, always, Stepping, Back, So icy sharp You always doubted, We slowed pace, And I Hit Back The bubbles burst And bubbles played Like foxy drawings Live - that day The mystery Of everything, and Macabre dance - Those bubbles, Burst Like bubbles that Explode, white magic, Silent dreams - Forever, Dance
For centuries come, And centuries gone, Burning witches, Loving magic, Flying brooms - All going tragic! Closet witches, Those, bewitched, Closing shutters, Dimmed the light Chopped the wood To simmer up, That brew, Those stakes, And those light dreamers - Fire them up! To burn red souls, And smell the ash, Scarlet tears, Ending up Wetting pale cheeks They prayed for Light If, and only if, Only women Ended up Burning women Their own kind! Closet witches, That bewitched, Closed the windows, Dimmed the light Chopped the wood To simmer up, That brew, Those stakes, Those fiery witches - Burn them up! To burn red souls And taste warm ash That fiery love? They kept all silent If, and only if, Only women Ended up Burning women Their own kind! Bewitched, old, And wicked eyes, Freezing hearts And numbing Kindness Chop the wood To simmer up That brew, Those stakes, Those witches, frail - And bring them up Yet not burned witches Fly away, Escape the flames - Bewitched, Deranged Closet witches, That bewitched, Closed those windows Dimmed the light And witches are And witches were And witches gone Bewitched, remain - To no avail Witches, Just witches Witches are And witches were And witches come And witches gone Enchanted fire Numb with pain Praying for light Thriving in darkness Spared witches Flied away Escaped the flames - Bewitched, Deranged And light is gone, And fire comes, Bewitched, Undone, Deranged, Escaped, Unburned, Big love! To all those witches, Up in flames, Do fly away! - With fragile Magic Wicked, Loving, Escaped, Love burned - Blessed the days Of flying Witches
A subtle line, Some purple tinge Over dark eyes - A violet fringe A yawn, And hush, All bored - To death Good Lord! That cat Short thread - Long view Along, Strung, A mouse - Blue dream Three long, Long seconds To cut That string The thread’s All loose The mouse Ran off To the opium Den, The cat… Snoozed On! A yawn, And hush, That den - All fluff The silver Death, All smooth - Gold cuff A silent curve, Some purple tinge, Three long, Long seconds, That opium Dream
One chess player. Two chess players. Three chess players. Brought, Alive, On the checkered Floor. All they wanted, Was to teach her, How to dance On that shiny Board. One chess player. Two chess players. Three chess players. Brought, Alive, On the checkered Floor. Looping, infinite, Polished beards, Bright, Sad peers, Vapid Smoke. They’d like, Surely, To play Mind games. Hey, chess players - Patience, Gone. Ma belle, Ponders - There are still Word plays. The queen’s gambit, Game Still on. All they wanted, Was to teach her, How to dance The shiny Board. Polka dancing, She got dizzy, Hey, chess players, No, means no. One chess player. Two chess players. Three chess players. Brought, Alive, On the checkered Floor. Did you know that Dad would teach her She’s squared-frightened She said No. There are still word plays The queen’s gambit, Hey, chess players - Patience, Gone. Damn – Look at this square mess
The saddest eyes I’ve ever seen A smiling boy Those smoking sins A cigarette butt Stabbed the wall The standing soul Those happy glimpses Like darker cells That spread, Unknown Till far away They reach The horizon Like fool, Like foe, Like friend, Sad fear Like darker cells That spread, Unknown A cigarette butt, Stabs the wall The standing soul Those happy glimpses The smoking sins Once happier eyes A cry inside Those gloomy stanzas Don’t fade away, My smiling boy, Your sad, Sad eyes, Those starlit glimpses The saddest eyes I’ve ever seen A smiling boy And starlight Glitter Like clear cells That spread, Unknown, A Smile, inside, By pink light Brightened Don’t close them yet, My smiling boy, Your sad, Sad eyes, To happy Glimpses
A dream Is just a dream A dreamless night A dreamer’s dream A dream, Yet dreamed So true, Un-told, And truth, Begone! And brighter days And darker nights So cold, So cold A freezing smile, Slim fingers, Stoned Intensely numb A pen can’t hold A board can’t tap A key can’t strike They’re mine, They’re mine, Slim fingers, Numb, And winter comes And winter goes And light turns shade And shade kills light That room, Sound-proofed, In satin walls That fancy skin Gets bruised, Deep-scarred A dream Is just a dream A dreamless night A dreamer’s dream A dream, And just a dream, And while Still dreamed So true, Untold, And truth, Begone! Come lighter days Come brighter nights So cold, So cold A freezing smile, Slim fingers, Numb, Fake relaxation, Rare, Mid-winter Dreamless Night
We traveled To the Moon, And back. We lost our sense Of time, we Crashed. About to land Still silenced, Them. Our darkened words, So troubled, Were. A turn did not We want to Take. The verse, That shiny song, That ache. Forget me not Big girls don’t Cry. Our darkened words, Still silenced, Bright. They found Their way, As dust they Float. In space We walked That winding Road. And silenced thoughts Darkened our Dreams. To Sun too close Should not be Seen. Our troubled mind, Pompeii-style, Congealed in ashen Fields. A third eye dart, And then you explode, With magic stars and Wings. Come hither little Argonaut, Tonight, We’ll let life Stream. Forget me not, For girls don’t cry, They chant, The travel, Dream. We’ll do this voyage Reverse sense, To Earth And then, To lunar Gleam. In space We hummed, We chanted, Still. About to land We craved to Sing. Forget me not For girls don't Cry. The troubled mind Pompeii Style. And silenced thoughts Darkened our Dream. Tonight, We’ll let life, Stream.
Peel off that Paper mask And let me see Those eyes, Stark naked About to glisten With a warm, Warm, Light The ones About to shed A cold, cold, Tear Peel off that Paper mask And let me see Those eyes, Stark naked Pull down That cozy blanket, The one you borrowed, The one you never Handed back It's surely Soft, And velvet blue, And anti-Covid Veil-wrapped Peel off that Paper mask And let me see Those eyes, Stark naked Tearfully Bright The ones About to shine With cold, Cold, Might Do not burn, Just yet Nor cry, Nor Lick your Fancy whiskers, Either, Unless you are Stark mask naked, Your soul, Undressed, A warm, Oh, once so warm, Warm, Heart About to shed A cold, cold Tear, That winter flame, Ablaze, Before Unblinking Eyes