Rumble in the alley bout something that should have been.

Not saying there was a witness but you really should come clean.

They love a rise from fall now, just keep it trimmed and lean.

They are handing out forgiveness to the parties that come clean.

Your Daddy was offended, not being made Parade Day Queen.

Your Mama has had enough now, she is about ready to come clean.

I’m disgusted and disguised now, I am Batman on Halloween.

I just sit in brooding silence, there’s zero chance I will come clean.

Her voice has not gone silent.

With this distance I can’t hear.

She’s yammering somewhere to someone.

About something, let’s be clear.

A story about a victim.

A heroes journey with a cause.

And an abusively bad bastard.

Who can surf above the laws.

She can speak with such conviction.

And for for sure those will be tears.

Don’t feel bad, she’s fooled the experts.

A practiced art for tired ears.

Some people think I miss her.

I never learned to be that tall.

Truth be such admiration.

For such bold impudent gall.

The stars were all but hidden, we could see the Harvest Moon.

The greyest clouds, a pale blue, the sun an orange balloon.

Was quiet in the meadow and no city screams to hear.

There is something sweet and silent in this changing of the gear.

There are wonders and they happen, right before our eyes.

Now I’m tired and I’ll go to sleep cause that would seem so wise.

The Distance overtook us.

Was a blessing mixed with time.

Those feelings all subsided

Except the lying/judgment/crime.

I don’t dwell unless I’m writing.

Even then the words just flow

I could search here for forgiveness.

Sad but true and I don’t know.

The poets and the painters were breaking bread at dawn.

There were memories to last a lifetime, but all the love was gone.

The parties had all started the way most these things begin.

Paul was looking for a lover and Vincent brought the gin.

Mary Shelley brought old Frankie, who couldn’t last the night.

When Claude caught a glimpse of him and was blinded  by the sight.

Blake was drawing demons from these visions that he had.

Walt looked up from leaves of grass and thought they weren’t to bad.

Oscar slung some insults, his wit caused smiles and some pain.

And George dropped by as Mary, and now Mary is happy again.

Her words were all confusion.

Her drama was the lead.

She confessed with some delusion.

Sides of saliva, spit and bleed.

I wasn’t getting any younger.

I had heard it all before.

In the court they tried and hung her.

I couldn’t listen anymore.

I left, am not returning.

There’s a lesson I have learned.

I’ll be minding my own business.

Fooled once and twice be burned.

I was tired from the outset.

My brain had just shut down.

We were waiting for the time change.

All the warmth had just left town.

I was living near the freeway..

With small beds of memory foam.

There was nothing to remember.

And no hair was left to comb.

When I tripped on your umbrella

You were huddled under rain.

I was hungry and delirious

I was buckling from the strain.

Then this sound that was like singing.

Sounded like a thing that you might keep.

And I faded off to dream world.

In a deep and monstrous sleep.

I

All quiet Monday Morning.

The air is still and cool.

It must be mid September.

Time flies, it is the rule.

They said we’re promised nothing.

I wonder how they knew.

To believe so much in flying time.

Was it meant for me or you?

The Unknown is a bastard.

In the shadows of the morn.

The used to be much larger.

When I was barely born.

The Unknown are surprises.

No preparing will suffice.

If the sun at east she rises.

You’ve a chance and don’t think twice.