I’d not set out to be angry;
nor bitter ex-love,
nor petty penny-pincher.
Just leave me cast away these colors;
garish, defying hues that are not mine.
Then we can start this process anew.
Yesterday I wrote:
“Dionysus rests in deep pools of wine & slumber;
waits for you to lift your cymbals and,
with great passion, become a fabulous opera.”
On 8/3:
“Lend me your ears and your discontents.
Life’s in arrears as I make amends and
new friends. Cat Stevens tells me it’s
a wide world; hard to get by with just a smile;
but I’ll try for awhile.”