Sitting On A Stone

He Should Have Stayed Asleep
he woke up
love was
still there
but she
was
gone
I'll Be There
when pigs fly
i will be
right there
with
them
the blues
Sitting On A Stone
i saw
a butterfly
with one wing
sitting on
a stone
singing
The Desert
within every heart
is an ocean
within every ocean
is a tidal wave
to every heart
yet man chooses
to life in the desert
Cross Roads
she was caught up
in the now what
of the what next
of the no how
know how
Old Faithful
the lonely mare
ate
dry brittle
grass
her stomach
could barely digest
the white stallion offered
a hand full of
newly birthed
greenest of green
plant sprouts
from across the fence
she refused
for she waited faithfully for
her AWOL donkey
of a horse
to return
knowing
he would arrive
if he ever did
empty
handed
The Forbidden Death
she went
crazy
for want
of love
writing
poem
after
poem
after
poem
for fear
she would
die
with
a poem
in her
mouth
Reflections
let me reflect
the love of the
rainbow
that caresses
the pot of gold
let me reflect
the 11th dimension
of the sparkle of
a 12 sided prism
let me reflect
the pearlized
strut of the
wave of the ocean
but in the end of the
end
let my
shadow
never forget
to
reflect
Burning
IF
i
can't
have you
let me
yearn
with the
burn
of my
words
a poem
and
a poem
and
another
and
another
poem
like
no
other
until
all
poems
belong
to me
if
i
can't
have
you
Doing The Right Thing
she
wanted
for nothing
just him
but she
remained
for nothing
just them
Hope
what?
be there
a poem
left?
then
she
cannot
yet
die
Watch Out
the blue goose
sucks
the life
out
of me
Finally
finally
at
the
first of forever
i
saw
at last
The Lost Wedding Gown
let
not
heaven
frown
at the
spoils
of
my
tattered
wedding
gown
he is
getting
further
and
further
behind
her
but
no mind
for
she
can't
paint
so
he stays
further
and
further
ahead
The End of The World
he
couldnot
get her
to stop
crying
she sobbed
and sobbed
and sobbed
she wouldnot
let him
touch her
in anguish
he stood
painfully watching
finally she
looked up
the eggshells of
her eyes
crimson
with pain
together
they gasped
"you have
given me
the
no how
know how
blues"
Torment
torment
passes
time
til
death
finds
a rhyme
ah
yes
meth
will
be
the death
of
beth
and
seth
tick
tock
said
the
rhyming
clock
tick
tock
Eleven Kisses
he's a 4 times 4
8 times 2 man
but she relishes
in simple tones of
9's multiplied by 3's
so there will be
eleven kisses
unkissed
waiting for
the next two
lovers to come along
Lesson of Life
i must
away
for
there
will
come a day
that i
have learned
to stay
yes
never again
no
forever


"Her Tattered Wedding Gown", Knut Kargel
Melted Collage, 2012


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