Ramblings of a Lonely Old Man

Ramblings of a Lonely Old Man

Sunday Morning, I’m still alone

Half-broken dawn, out of control

Walls of wind; window starts shaking

Empty sheets, goodbye, I’m breathing

Two Quarters past six, long dirt road

Dinner for four, place set for one.

Burnt meat pie, chicken liver, cry.

TV’s on, no sound; no picture.

Clock moves backwards, turned upside down

Life moves through water, smell perfume.

They say “doom doom and some gloom gloom,”

I understand, I really do.

The kids I want; the girl I need

Cut and then bleed, bleed together;

Like water color; or sunrise.

Write in skin, hide the sin, begin.

Good night; Good luck, Thank You and Please

Talking to myself, a disease.

Throw up; drowned, cough, breath, believe.

Life’s a mess, dirty room, trapeze.

Sunday Night, I’m still alone

Half-alive twilight, landscape

White walls, snow falls, and no one calls.

Pull up sheets, goodnight, I’m breathing.