Then I went home to sit and rest
down on my rocking chair,
the sun was setting in the West
and as I combed my hair
Inside the box of cypress pine
(they say that worms won't touch the stuff) ,
exactly at the dot of nine
six friends from school, who huff and puff
The night before I left the moon had gone,
it was as if raw forces of my past
had now combined to rip and tear the mask
off my pale face, and thus expose a ling'ring guilt.
I met a girl the other day.
Brunette of hair,
soft olive skin,
straight Roman nose,
If you snicker
It's pleasing just to hear your voice,
because it is more than a noise.
Most humans are so ignorant
they run away at one small hint
You climb the mountain to the top,
as perspiration slowly freezes.
Inside your chest your heart screams STOP,
you stand there, swaying in the breezes.
I was just browsing,
looking, searching my soul
found but a beautiful girl.
Yes you were pretty,
And long before the dust had settled
he himself had vanished,
no sound had even vaguely
disturbed the morning as it rose.