Samstag, 10. September 2011

Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails

keep breaking
Or maybe the corn

on my second little piggy Things keep popping out

on my face

of my life

It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
d to hold
I am not an easy woman

to want

They have asked

the psychiatrists psychologists politicians and

social workers
What this decade will be

known for
There is no doubt it is


If loneliness were a grape
the wine would be vintage If it were a wood

the furniture would be mahogany
But since it is life it is

Cotton Candy

on a rainy ray
The sweet soft essence

of possibility
Never quite maturing

I have prided myself
On being in the great tradition
    albeit circus
That the show must go on
Though in my community the vernacular is
One Monkey Don't Stop the Show

We all line up
   at some midway point
To thread our way though
   the boredom and futility
Looking for the blue ribbon and gold medal

Mostly these are seen as food labels
We are consumed by people who sing

The same old song STAY:

as sweet as you are

in my corner
Or perhaps just a little bit longer
But whatever you do don't change baby baby don't change
Something needs to change
Everything some say will change
I need change

of pace face attitude and life
Though I long for my loneliness
I know I need something
Or someone
Or . . .

I strangle my words as easily as I do my tears
I stifle my screams as frequently as I flash my smile

it means nothing
I am cotton candy on a rainy day

The unrealized dream of an idea unborn

I share with the painters the desire
To put a three-dimensional picture
On a one-dimensional surface

(Nikki Giovanni)