Small
World
When the
fence he straddled broke
Now it’s a
small world
You may
think the grass looks greener
Or the sky
a deeper blue
But it’s
still the same
We’re in a
small world
A friend
of a friend
Says she
knows you very well
Well, it’s
a small world
We may not
see eye to eye
Or share
the same point of view
Might as
well be the same
We’re in a
small world
Time to
tear down the walls
The border
towns have disappeared
Seasons
come around, come around
Anybody
who is anybody
Knows that
we are everyone
Inside a
small world
Inside a
small world
Fear of
Negative
Empty
hours, warning shot acid showers
Black-face
power lines wrapped in English ivy
Burned
umbra viscous 3-D moon beam
Stained
hands, snipped shrubs, crew-cut
Urbanite
intrigue
How could
you forget
It wasn’t
only my undoing, friend
Laughing
off the cuff at these mistakes
About to
take – as of late
Make a
shadow to smash this ceiling
Broken
glass welcome mat, snake-skin mask
Twenty
time goodbye in two minutes flat
Hollow
gourd heart, vacant end full start
Overflowed
river trance, feverish cold showere
Fear of
negative
Yes, came
here from out of nowhere
For the
connection, lover
No
expiration date ever set
As of yet
– no regret
Moon
Circle
Her face
is ever-changing
And she’s
moving with the tide
Moon
continues circling
Never
shows its’ dark side
She
listens to me dream
I watch
her from above
Her voice
is my picture book
Our moon
sings the song of love
I want to
find a path
That leads
to home
Through
the countryside
Beneath a
crescent moon
I want to
learn the names
Of distant
stars
With chart
and compass
That
points true north
The May
Day
Where have
you been
All these
long bleak months?
When you
have come back
From your
winter shelter
Away from
the blast
Of bitter
wind
Will you
be ready for the hunt
In the
days that lie ahead?
Follow me
down
To the
grove of river trees
And recall
the darkened moon
We could
whistle
The fish
from out of water
Or birds
from
High in
the sky
Make
willows weep
At the
sound of our song
When the
calendar turns
To the May
day dawn
Follow me
down
To the
ring of standing stones
And recall
the darkened moon
Hall of
Fame
I was
talking to myself
On the way
to the car
How they scuff chewing gum
On my
solid gold star
I’m a
wound-up spring
About to
snap
And break
into a thousand pices
Scattered
in your lap
I’m a
crack in the mirror
In the
hall of fame…
Bad
imitators banging
Cheap
guitars
Climb the
ninety-nine
Flights of
stairs to the stars
But how do
they know
That I’m
really not dead
I need
adulation like
A hole in
the head
I’m just a
smashed glass
In the
hall of fame…
I tried to
astound you
In glaring
lights glow
Gave it my
best shot
Went on
with the show
Got
blinded by spotlights
And broke
a leg
Now I feel
like a chicken
Should
have never left the egg
I’m a
smashed glass
In the
hall of fame…
I Want
to Know
I need to
know
Which way
is up
Question
the answer
If I can’t
find the truth
I want to
know
Just where
I stand
Help me
when I find
I can’t
see the ground
I want to
know
What I
can’t believe
I need to
know
That you
won’t deceive me
I want to
trust
That we
share this need
We’ll
prepare the garden
Together
plant the seed
I want to
know
I need to
know
The
direction home
Point the
way
Between
right and wrong
I want to
know
Perspectives
new and old
Compassion
to accept
Those weak
and strong
I wan’t to
know
What I
can’t believe
I need a
love
That wants
to receive
I want to
trust
That we
share this need
To prepare
the garden
Together
plant the seed
I want to
know
The
Night is Black (Susan Burmeister)
The night
is black
And I feel
blacker
Days and
nights roll on
Newness
Sameness
Hearts
crushing
Little
gasps
Slit by an
open scream
From time
to time
The night
is black
And I feel
blacker
Seasons
come and go
Newness
Sameness
Memories
aching
Tender
things
She used
to whisper
When I was
afraid
The night
is black
And I feel
blacker
Years have
passed
Newness
Sameness
Silence
humming
All alone
With
blackened pain
In this
dark world
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