Moonchild Diva Poems
I Know Her
I know her. Once she was a young beauty but now she's an old woman. Once she was full of hot rising sap
On Turning 60
The rainbow and the ravens made me feel hopeful, as they always do.
There’s a breeze blowing through the Hollywood Hills tonight, whispering secrets to the trees, and I’m climbing a stairway to the stars,
The buttons on my shoes won’t stop staring at me, and I’ve taken the pins from my hair. I feel some kind of futuristic pull, singing in the air. I don’t remember who I am or what I wanted to find,
I met the dead poet in a Mexican cafe, I knew him right away. Some say he disappeared, that he never died,
Come out of the picture, it seems like you can. It seems like you smile at me every now and then.
One Man's Treasure
I sat on the pirate's headstone with a sandwich after a walk, I heard his voice say he didn't mind as long as we could talk, and he told me all about the days when he was young and bold,
I don't like to look in mirrors anymore. She looks back at me, she isn't me,
21st Century Peace Tune
My father made it home from the war with just a touch of insanity, married, made children, four including me and he never had to wonder if his brother made it out alive, his brother was shot, in the back, by the cops, in 1929,
In the 60s, World War II vets weren't like anyone else, and so my Father and I didn't get along. Catholic school girls are pretty screwed up, too, so we were probably a lot alike.
Full Moon Lonely Lady
Oh the things I don't remember could almost fill a book, but I remember those blue nights of love, under stars when you were my man, cool breeze on hot skin,
A Scene From A Movie Made In 1963
I was alone in the dark, I had the blues that night, the club was closed, everyone had gone home, but I had one last drink
If the heart melts down to the size of a stone, and the blood goes black in the veins, how long does it take to fry up the brain, and what becomes of the soul?
Never Felt So Alone
No one was staying in the motel that night, the vacancy sign was lit. I sang my songs in the party lounge till the owner said I could quit.
Tune For Bix
When Bix said “I am not a swan, ”
what did he mean?
Did he mean “I’m not quite white,
I’m rather cosmopolitan”?
I’ve always wondered about that particular loneliness
that comes with the music
but I don’t let it get me down
I just keep climbing for the stars