Midnight

A Lover's Lies

Die, death! And ancient hate

That makes me cold and rigid,

Stiff and inarticulate,

Emotionally frigid.

Gullible to any lie

That strangers can invent

Easily and on the sly

To further their intent,

To get them past impediments

And out of all demands.

Prevarication circumvents

The lover where she stands.

Even more than meaningless -

A world that's fraught with lies,

While asking deities to bless

The lover when she cries.

2-18-14

 

Midnight

No one's out at midnight

But bums out of the grave,

Beggars from the gutter

Society won't save.

The streets are dark but lamplight.

Infrequently a car

Makes the sound of silence,

Foreign and familiar,

Passing as a star.

It is not good to be there.

In the air a chill

Hurries you to shelter.

Everything is still.

2-19-14