The old ladies in black will say
he drained off his life
by the gallon,
drove too fast on chrome-plated
bikes in the red hills near Sedona,
picked up pouty-faced women
reeking of perfume and hairspray,
wasted his money on Gucci and cashmere
now discarded and dusty
strewn on his closet floor.
he gulped life down like he was starving,
drove fast for the sweet rush of wind
hard on his body
loved well, but not always wisely,
and that his hands were warm on my face
when he kissed me.
(c) Feb 26 2002
Art: Fear of Abandonment by Laura
Music: House of the Rising Sun
Laura is a prize winning poet and artist.
Also see more of her artwork on my page, Eve's
This poem will be
published in the May 2002 issue of Limestone Circle.