Playground Polka

^{There had been}

^{No explanation}

^{Only incredulity}

^{Naturally I reacted}

^{Shoved that flaccid excuse}

^{Right back at her cold hard indolence
I stood in the door}

^{There was no finely polished floor}

^{For her to drop her proud ass on now}

^{Kicking her protestations}

^{Like the spoiled brat}

^{What now! I said}

^{But the silence went on}

^{A vacuous adagio of wind pipes}

^{Her weeping}

^{Could not have been sweeter}

^{So here she will play}

^{Grinding it out}

^{On that lysoled expanse}

^{Her own concrete}

^Playground

^{There it was}

^{Like a sail on the horizon}

^{Getting smaller}

^{Us, it, everything}

^{The door opened and closed}

^{With a loud metallic clang}

^{Let the dancing begin}

Introuvable Tears

When first she awoke

She thought she was dead

Darkness and pain

Had seemed to cease

Inside of a moment

She froze like a stone

None would carry her

Nor welcome her home

Down in her heart

A spider did weave

Even in day

She captured all light

Confined in her sight

She wished for the lake

Smothering the day

Slipping away

Stopping her breath

She cheated the chair

Strange Flower

Oh sweet death, herald of silence
Pale defiler of the impassioned breast

Mocking lover's wounds
Like some wild Heartsease of minioned souls

Robbing thought and gentle touch,
Sweet scent and final breath

Stay the broken heart like that strange flower
Cold and still, casting pale silent regret