He watches her,
sitting, couped up,
a bird in a cage.
He watches but does not
see because he
doesn't want to see
her broken wings.
They don’t become her,
he's not used to her like this.
He does what he wants to do
and goes where he wants to go
he lives his own life.
He is a free bird,
one with the capacity to move.
He does watch her
when he comes back.
Same bird in the same cage,
sitting, always there,
each and every day; less
and less able to even flutter.
Angry with fate over her decline
he hasn't even noticed yet
that she is losing feathers.
DOG POUND
Then, she used to be beautiful
in a very personal and
special way, and he loved
her, fell for her at first
sight.
Now, he doesn’t really
see her anymore,
looks right through her
and treats her like a bad
dog breeder would treat
a crippled old bitch..
Once, they were happy,
once, were together,
friends and lovers
they shared for better and for
worse, without complaints.
Now, he is waiting for a
super wheelchair to arrive,
electric, so he won't have to push her
when, once in a while,
he takes her out.
Then, she'll be a crippled bitch on wheels.
She?
Today, she doesn't know just what to say,
begins to forget how to speak, apart from
croaking that the weather is bad, or nice.
She? She thinks of the bit of freedom
the chair will bring her, but even more of the
final scene of 'Thelma and Louise'
Once...
I used to wait for the velvet hooves
of a Unicorn
I don't anymore
those lovely beasts are
but the figment of an
overly romantic mind.
I used to think that love was true
I don't anymore
Love is a temporary madness
based on how good you are at things
and how much loot you have;
I used to think that Life was worth
the fighting for
I don't anymore
I used to think that Love would
last when the end of Life is near,
went hand in hand,
it doesn't and Life is
just a question of getting
old and being lonely
Palomino Moon
Forget the nearly useless legs,
forget the pain, the fury over
being dependent on the uncaring
care of others.
Forget the shredded soul,
forget the past and the injustice
of then and now
and think of the few friends
that have remained just that:
friends.
Put out your hand to one
of them, handsome or not,
but with kindness in his eyes
