with the flicker of a wand
in the baby's grip
my feet lift from the ground
and in the same second- they dip
off and then on
like the tremble of a lightbulb
before it fades into dawn
i see it all clearly
and then suddenly it's gone
again and again
until again dims into never
the end of an era
forever and ever
the flicker of a match
before it burns out
you burn out
you burn.
another poem about smoke
the fog never clears
that clouds your brain
and emphasizes your fears
you're never free
from your stupor chains
and on sunny days
you turn to mary jane
to make some shade
you just need some shade
from the burning change
time disintegrates like embers in a fire
right before our eyes
and we learn to accept it
our ultimate demise
victims of it
day by day
no matter how far we run
it will never go away
and so our eyes get tired
and our energy fades
and we get sicker and sicker
until the end of the day
and it will kill us
it kills us all
forces us forward
until we all fall
off the cliff that is life
and who knows what's below
do we fall forever
or do we take that blow
or is death freshly cut flowers
that stay bloomed
though they bleed
and die on our counters
remaining there
though empty
is there life left from death
is there song in the silence
a mirror reflecting a sunset
in the middle of the day
is it real and there
until it all fades away
is there music without dance
or are they one in the same
is it the night that fades
or is it the day
