There’s nothing else here

it’s as empty as

your heart chambers

I can still hear the echo

of it’s palpitations

calling my name

it’s as distorted

as it’s always been

and I can’t respond

you don’t understand

all I have left

is a pencil

that’s been burned to pieces

a padlock

that’s never been able to

keep strangers away

and a half burned candle

that’s never gotten me to

stop wanting to burn things

down to a crisp

including everything

its ever touched

You are not enough

to get my heart beating

I’m sorry

my heartstrings just don’t

ache for

you.

Heartstrings -{renata ferretti}

I loved you

until I didn’t

and now I want to

feel it again

but not for you

never again

for you.

Love(d) -{renata ferretti}

I’m in love with being in love

so as a poet

to be selective hurts

to think about missing

a story

of pain and love

and heartbreak

It hurts

I

hurt.

On pain and love -{renata ferretti}

Molly pushes a baby stroller sometimes. It holds her precious finds along the roads and alley short cuts she knows well. She is evasive and skinny. Her hair is matted, congruent to the rugged look of her face. I've seen Molly a few times. Whenever I see her I give her money or cigarettes, whatever's in my wallet and purse at the time. Molly speaks very little and quickly disperses. One day I saw Molly inside a McDonalds. It was there she looked into my eyes for the first time. How beautifully blue her eyes are. The town tried to give her a permanent shelter; she left it. Molly is out there somewhere in her tattered and dirty clothes, surviving.

I always longed for my turn,

But I was never ready.

I wanted to be a hero,

But such a life is deadly.

I said I would do or die,

But I can’t even try

To be who I’m meant to be-

To help them all to see

What way is right

Tonight.

Now it is my time,

And the clock’s not broken.

My spirit’s what’s in pieces;

My fear has awoken.

I will either do or die,

But can I even try

To be who I’m meant to be-

To help them all to see

What way is right

Tonight?

I need to help these people,

I need to save them all.

I have to lift them up,

No matter how far I fall.

It’s time to do or die,

And I can only try

To be who I’m meant to be-

To help them all to see

What way is right

Tonight.

I will do, I won’t die-

Who would I be if I didn’t try

To be who I’m meant to be-

To help them all to see

What way is right

Tonight?

I walked inside

this lab one day

They  had a sign

that promised pay...

A doctor took

my hand and led

me to a room where

they dress your head

with nuts and bolts

like Jesus Christ;

I shoulda known I'd

pay some price...

When I was 27,

or was it 28 ?

I gotta call from 

some slick Rick

He said I had a date

but it was how

he said it,

"The birds fly low

at noon..."

He turn me to

the 'Kiss of Death'

followed by gun perfume...

No nothing's free

nor sand nor surf

you waste a grand just

to stand and flirt

So hippies flock

'mist Cali rust

to a new lab which

shakes out dust

betwixt our ears

make Jekyl hide

in a sweet girl;

a fir tree vibe...

They dealt a drug

called LSD...

it spreads like mad

through communities...

When I was 27,

or was it 28 ?

I gotta call from 

some slick Rick

He said I had a date

but it was how

he said it,

"The birds fly low

at noon..."

He turned me to

the kiss of death

followed by gun perfume...

If anyone was fibbing,

or marking up

their gate

they only had

to call me up...

I'd come and 

seal their fate.(2x)

©

9/13/20

Bunny Villaire

Oh, infinitely beautiful girl

you are not alone

she wrote with

scarlet lipstick on her mirror

But words alone

don't

change hearts

and she was infinitely

unhappy

cursed

doomed

All the boys and men

said yes

to her

but her brother still

said no

Shall I point

To the loci

Of my thoughts

Inside the body?

They occupy real

Space

And cause real

Damage

Can food

And hands

And actions

Intimidate them?

You can still be good

at what you do

without liking

what you do

It’s more common than

you’d imagine

The words reflected his face

in the steamy bathroom mirror

He watched

until he felt cold in his

nakedness

and shivered

reached for the towel

wiped

got out of the bathroom

put on clothes

and returned to his writing

desk

The blank page was ugly

unlike the somewhat encouraging

words on the steamy mirror

He reached into the drawer

pulled out the pen

stuck it into his mouth

clicked it

Reached again into the drawer

pulled out the gun

pointed it at the blank page

fired

He wrote for the remainder of

the day and the next

night around the smokey hole

It was finally

beautiful