The Drive Into Reality

I find it hard to drive through the city sometimes.
In the heat of an afternoon scorcher,
the sun turns fading shadows into old men,
searching despairingly for something to do. 

To be hungry.
To be lonely.
To be without.

In sweat stained clothing, scavenge garbage bins
of yesterdays entrees. Bent.  Without pride.

Do not stare into my eyes pleading?  Bleeding? 
I turn away in total humiliation of I.

Young mothers in full bloom line the steps
of the giant tenemants that serve as castles
for families of this class.

Cling tight their sleeping babes that grow like weeds
between the ancient cracks of broken concrete.

Hold tight to your dreams, for repression blinds
and angers souls of the young and beautiful.

Against Time

We find ourselves in a place

Among the lonely?
Through the passage of time?
By choice?

Not.

By the chance that we made it?

We walked through the ages of others
and found a place to play.

Old one.

I am.

The one.

I left back there to become someone else,
Without laughter and passion.
An empty chamber.
To dream among the pines.

Again.

To wonder, to ponder.
Too clear the direction our destination becomes.

Our dreams?

Scattered with the wind,
Were never mine to play with.

Anyway.

Who told me I could?

Dark Corners

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what has passed
to bring light to the center of my day.
The little feet that run through my mind
embrace feelings that were good. So long ago
and even still can bring a smile to my face.

The bundling of each little package unwrapped
by the hands of the clock, in splendid wonder displayed,
Reach out from the echo's of time to touch my heart.

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what is mine.
A time capsule growing old too soon to know for sure.
Who I am in my reality and all I pretend to be.
Another name for mother, wife, loner, a lover

If I hadn't stopped to pet a dog or played a game.
Would you have touched my life? Oh guard of mine.
Stand tall and proud and protect me from wounds of the heart.
I salute you in defense of feelings I show to no one.

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what will be
and frighten the spirits that inhibit my mind. Oh stranger.

My dearest stranger in the glass you know me well.
Through faults and feats to my deepest intimate thought.
You bring forth a warning that tells me to heed the call.
It is time to crow!

I search deep in dark corners to find places I've hidden.
A dim lit bar, a surfers net, a rock corner.
And for a brief moment when no one is around I am set free.

For Those Who Go Dancing Before Nine

Don't play no sad songs 'round here tonight
for the world seems brighter, somehow, in this light.
Believe what is out there, you foolish heart,
might even fool the young at heart.
Or so this feeling tells me.
Crowds and dim lights in the night
is where I aught to be.

Don't come 'round here with that look of warning
for I've made up my mind to attend such an event.
My shoes are shined,
face is polished,
smile in place,
my best dress laid out, waiting.
So summon my chariot!
For I will be the one that will spin their heads tonight.

Don't call out my name 'round here tonight
For my place will be empty
my trail still too warm
The music plays on in my head to Extreme
As I put out the light and turn towards the door
A young voice whispers,
"Doesn't she know? No one goes dancing before nine!"