my street on four wheels
where they don't move
their feet. And screaming like
a banshee, howl. I sit on

my deck and scowl at
the silence they stole. Ugly
trolls at it again just when
I'm billowing in my reverie. They

massacre a memory. I can
not hear the robin sing over their yelling
and bantering. So, I make my way
inside. But I'm still attacked on

all four sides by little people
amplified. I'm a bird in a cage. It just
gets worse with age and spring. I can
not escape the hollering. This was a quiet

street. Now it's a riot of little feet shouting
inanities, calling it play. It's a black cloud
on a sunny day. There's not enough
chardonnay to make the noise go away.

All of my fragments lead me back to you
Despite it all—I know
It's always uncertain to what we conceived may happen
Fate might be cruel but it's certain
To a degree that it can only be attained if both are willing

Like tulips,
I'll make a world full of gardens full of you
I'll rain it all with my reign to see you grow
But you will only look up to the sun

Consciousness to believe what is worth remembering
I'll never forget—
Your smile, your laugh, your dances
Your beautiful everything—
in everything that you do

Like the moon—
Cracked on crevices of his demeanor
Those are tears that dried
That no longer perceived as ethereal
He can only refract from the sun

And you will never be mine
I have always known
Your tulip heart—
only belongs to the sun


Erennwrites

If you try any preversions in there
I'll blow your head off
Said Colonel Bat Gauno
You try anything funny
I'll shoot you right through the glass
Said Jack Walsh
Colin Farrell
Blasted that Belgian lad
In the eyes
At close range with a blank
Some people
Underestimate
What guns can get up to
In the movies.