I fell for you,
With all your beautiful tattoos,
And those stupid snakebites.
I fell for your strange voices
And your radiant smiles.
I fell for you,
The way one falls
For a stranger on a subway.
Even though I knew
I'd never see you again,
I fell for you.

Tossed and turned
Behind me was
My own
Shadow-
Opening
The window
I jumped
To stretch my
Appendages
I saw the world
This morning from
A higher cliff.
I touched the stars,
It's dust caressed my
Lips-

Sitting in the cornfield
Staring, watching life pass me by
The South's glory has a million stories
As civil blood paint's the sky's.

can recover.
Knows how to fall;
        without a safety net
Trusts everyone;
         with no hesitations
Surrenders everything;
         with all it's being
Took all the pain;
          and all the beatings
Starts over;
          much harder this time
And failed;
          again and again and again.

Yes, the heart can recover...
But not forever;
          just like it's owner.

I was there
66, through Albuquerque
Passing flag staff. Land
Of the cacti, hippies blowing
Smoke from arazonian glass.
Flower children and hard working
Laborers, I hit L.A seeing the
Whiskey a go-go, some band's
Made it to the stage, others a
No-show. Some to down and
Out broke or ******!
I was there back in the era
66-69. The farmers got together
With the hip ones to keep the
Sun inside these dark States
Shine.

(On the death of a daughter)

The death I must pronounce upon
For you, parents, the wait was long
Across this land unjustly tried
Your silence only proof you lied.
In pitch darkness, dragged overland
By Dingo jaws and human hand
Guilty and gaoled, she would have read
In her sixth year, were she not dead
Just six weeks, never spoke a word
Now flies the night, free as a bird
Over deserts ochre and red
On Uluru she rests her head
Wakens and plays in sunlight stark
Darts in rock shadows, cool and dark
In Rainbow Spirit surely trust
She lies lightly in sand and dust.

© M.L.Emmett

My watery eyes
Have been brush
S
  T
R
O
K
  E
D
To mankind's lies,
So I tidy up
Package myself into
A shell
And sing hush
Angelina
Fall asleep to
Lullabies,
Where young girls
Cry. You can find me there.

If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
I would already have exhausted
Every existing note
And created some new ones just for you.
I'd master every instrument
And grow extra arms
So I could serenade you
With a symphony just half as beautiful as your soul.
If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
I would already have exhausted
Every combination
Of our twenty-six letters.
I'd master every language
And grow extra tongues
So I could serenade you
With a symphony just half as beautiful as your soul.
If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
It'd be a duet
Because you play too
And I don't like how my voice sounds
Without yours accompanying it.
We'd play together
So we could serenade each other
With a symphony just half as beautiful as our love.

Crispy paper
Brittle pen
Where to start
Where to begin
Grain of gold
On blue ink bend
Sell for mold
A shackled stench.
Taking racks
Of ruby trays
Alas of now
Good coming day
Shortened phase
Scratched in dye
The color crimson
Of poesys side.