Foolish young girl, in way over her head.
Brazen and cute from her toes to head,
feeling control over all that she met.
...
Her memory spreads out before me like her body once did,
the echo of passion resounds in my head.
The room is now empty silent and still,
will the images fade and leave nothing to tell.
...
~1~
20 years ago this night,
far south of Flemish Cap,
the night relayed a prophecy,
...
‘tis an obsession, for the guys and girls of boards
autonomous sport
contesting with the sea.
As breakers wail
...
On a balcony across from the Laundromat,
I watch the daylight decompose.
Hookers look 'en for a little cash,
...
One brutal sob hangs another.
‘A three to one death ratio
increase‘.
...
Ask me not why I dwelled
on the smoky mountain;
and now live once again by the sea.
...
If only she would someday walk
before the camera
of my eye
free of all her pains and doubts
...
Begins the slow melancholy dance of Autumn.
Fallen colored waxen tiles cover the last
remaining sprouts of green, that not so long
...
For contented memories
Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
...
genesis of a rhapsody
a dream awakes
within a dream
procession of unselective
...
So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again
...
The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
...
Residents of the Milky Way,
Assimilated by the stars.
The brightness of eyes,
...
Beauty’s Early Influence.
Foolish young girl, in way over her head.
Brazen and cute from her toes to head,
feeling control over all that she met.
Martini olive shimmering skin;
contrasting with crystal white,
Miami Beach sand.
Emerald waters lapped at her feet.
Moves so inciting; jewelry for eyes.
Predisposed breasts influenced her ways.
A skeletal waist above thin shapely hips;
suspended by the harmonious length of her legs.
Naked veritable lasting command,
cradled the minds of the men that she met.
Her age and identity, a secret she kept.
No one could possibly guess.
Not the faintest of evidence,
that she was -
but a child.
She taunted and played,
passing herself around like a hat.
Rented by many by the age of sixteen,
their status in queue on her answering machine.
In a few short years,
she would begin to lose luster.
Like a Ghost Orchid, when torn from a tree,
we weep in the absence of the beauty
we lose...