WHAT THE HELL...

EVERYTHING COMES AND GOES

Everything comes and goes.

The stars in the fullness of the belly of night

pass right to left as the sun pushes them from sight.

Seasons are little more than calendar pages

that are lived through in stages

until youth grows from young to old.

Tomorrow comes then

leaves falling into yesterday,
laying knowing, underfoot, cold. 

Life is given then fades away.

Everything comes and goes. 

© M Durfee

11.24.2013

SEEING IN THE LIGHT

The blinds roll up no help needed,

 the sun warms them and away they go

to wait again for another night to come

and keep the peeping out, in.

I lost my heart somewhere

way back in the dark
never found it again

when the light came back in.

I smile no more at a double pour

of whatever it is you’re smoking.

“Leave it be” says me to me,

“time rolls away from them trying to hold it.”  

Definitions defined change with time

and now I don’t know the lyric anymore.

Though I find making plans

is simply making up a story in my mind,

pissing in the cold dark off my front porch

which makes me wish I lived

in a third floor walkup with a peep hole in the door,

no window blinds. The only way it would be funny

is when a passerby count’s it a miracle

getting rained on when it’s warm and sunny.  

 “Leave it be” she says to me

“counting lovers is a fools pastime

done for counting all the quarters burnt through

 to get the sheets smell new that never really are

once the wrapping comes off.”

I spy the ever empty king size bed, a symbol of hope now wasted  

I know instead there never was any in it but the court jester.

And as usual finally I see the truth; the jester has always been me.

 

© M Durfee

11.24.2013