I am afraid of the horses in the red barn down the road

 and I am afraid to be outside before dawn

 

I am afraid of the men who wear blue and stomp on the ground

just to make a statement, that's all 

 

I am afraid of my neighbor on Sundays

    for they swallow the day before it’s even begun

 

 

I feel a strange kind of feeling

   my lungs become numb

I am overcome by

        Sunday Sadness and

Summer Weather

        for my legs have given up

and my heart sinks

 

 

 

farther and farther

 

 

abandon the feelings

  spring births

for the lavender hasn’t

bloomed and the tea

   is not ready

stand high on a pedestal

     eat the words your

peasant speaks for

Death is in the air

       Oh what a delight, Oh what a delight

 

like four singing crows

     lined one by one

grasping for clouds

while the sun screams

as you walk by with

your knife in hand

    the sky begins to rain

    rain colder than the

Dead Sea

As each night begins

the crows sing again

 

   letting go of those stubborn bees

so I can feel my teeth again

 

when life hands you hope

   don’t chase rainbows

or swim in the angry sea

ask for more flowers at

your funeral and

    let the rain touch your

skin

 

 

 

I stand

   drenched

in the May Rain

     while

thoughts are spewed

and nailed to

invisible walls

where babies smile

where flowers bloom

          from moonlight

all for nothing

nothing for it all

    cold fingertips

ran across my chapped

face

    our eyes met

and everything

seemed to

m e l t

away