Around Three AM inspired by Bob Kaufman’s Around Midnight
It has always been around 3Am,
when the knock on the door awakens me.
A mystery even to that about what life is not,
Life is not a single word or phrase.
The electrodes are glued to my temples,
I feel nothing for years,
Look at what take me to 3AM land of darkness.
The camera’s watch in my room of solitude,
My soul whispers the lyrics of death,
Still I remain confined but not tied down,
Because my soul will not remain quiet at 3AM.
It’s around 3AM when the psych tech searches my room.
No knives or guns just a soul souring in the morning wind.
The Birth of a Poet
In the sea of blood,
Darkness covers the corners of the church,
A candle is lite from the ashes of Jesus,
Among the statues of Mary and Joseph
The choir sings Swing low Sweet Chariot
Who is this to blaspheme the Holy Family
It’s a lonely soul wanting to expose himself.
I hear the seagull flying far away from shore,
Listen to the waves running into the sand,
I hear the sand cry a song of the soul.
And the soul of the turtle walking past us.
What will happen when the stars appears and the moon shines
Upon our soul,
Shall we get married?
A star that is still,
A shadow of darkness,
It’s the Sun that has faded into the ocean..
Solitude Amongst The Stars
The first night that I saw the stars after life,
The sweet smell of her perfume,
Her breast tender and warm.
Her thighs where soft but firm,
Dark and dangerous to my dreams,
Her tights held her body firm.
I hear her laughing,
Running across the sand.
I join her as the last electrodes explodes into my brain.