JB Writes Too

Kitty

There are many words
Probably
to describe how I feel
except that
apathy becomes my wardrobe
and nothingness
I wear as a coat
The pockets of empty carry grey again
Grey and perfumed sad
So strange to encounter
this all again to soon
to feelings of joy
to which i’d become accustomed
only to return
and haunt like ghosts
of christmas
so many songs
to represent this
all of them are yours
when you hit the high notes
I still feel the energy
and i smile
I am susan sarandon
in “Moonlight Mile”
Wearing black sunglasses
and chain smoking
poker faced and strong
Listening to Sly and the Family Stone
As I drive to a funeral
I dreamt of teeth
and vodka
neither of them are needed
anymore
all of this
I can feel anyway
on my own now, thanks
courage to fight though
disappears with limp arms
I am a smoke screen
A magic trick
that has failed to surprise
the swords of tragedy
skewered th masks
and sunsets
and birds
fly towards nests
gasps now
become sighs
full moon guides me
to the shell i call ‘home’
and for now i say
fare thee well
my old friend.

16/09/08