WISDOM

Cinnamon girl once said,
"Boy in your castle,
You are the servant,
But your heart is King!"

Then there was the time,
When John the Revelator,
Told me solemnly,
"If Jesus drove a Cadillac,
It would be lime green,
And he'd be playing Tom Waits,
On his 8-track,
And he'd have,
A bikini girl,
Riding in the shotgun seat!"

Then there was ol' King Lear,
Who once wisely swore,
"Madness is life,
Being played in reverse,
And if I had wings,
I'd walk anyway!"

Know what I mean?

J.R. Romanovitch


DUSTY HEART

You whispered aloud,
"I'm lonely tonight,
And I think I may fall in love."
I kind of hoped,
That you were talking to me,
Because it's been awhile,
Since this dusty heart,
Has been given a chance,
To let it's little light shine,
Try hard as I might,
I could'nt find my voice,
Or any words,
To let you see,
That you could stay with me,
So I mumbled under my breath,
And turned away.

J.R. Romanovitch

I REMEMBER

The shadows hid well,
Any trace of doubt,
That may have shown,
On our young and naive faces,
The night we made love,
Above the noisy street,

It had rained all day,
And the air smelled,
Of your perfume, my insecurity, and dampness,

My one room apartment,
Your lace under-clothes,
Entangled on the floor,
I could feel your warmth,

There was a picture,
Of Jane Mansfield,
And a postcard from the Louvre,
There on the wall,
Now and then a streetcar would pass,
The room would shake,
Your lips tasted of cinnamon hearts,

When I ran my hand across your body,
You whispered my name,
Making it sound holy,
I found my place in time,

We stayed for hours,
Wrapped in blankets,

Lying curled up,
I heard you drift off,
Me awake and listening,
I noticed,
The rain was falling again.

J.R. Romanovitch


SORE

Like a child,
Torn from an imaginary friend,
A crushing of dreams,
Storms asunder,
I've come here alone,
Growling and clawing,
Mewing in hunger,
I forsake my soul,
Like a teary eyed hag,
I remember a life,
That I once passed by,
With seething defeat,
A stone faced dragon,
Has crossed my path,
Breaking free,
And shuddering to a halt,
I've stolen a moment,
And cursed the day.

J.R. Romanovitch


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