Tell Me A Story


all her stories end with death

and a loneliness full of desperation

so quiet that the chest pains

can be heard as they crush the life

out of all the joys enclosed in bones


sometimes the story teller lulls me to sleep

on bitter sweet tales of sex and love

and all the indistinct possibilities

that abound in words and rhythms

before they turn and become sour to the taste


for a while there her tales were muffled by a fog

a brief reprieve where life was lived without sound

and taste and touch and imagination

where words were only words and not pictures

and the shades of life were never heard


way beyond the tales I sense a life unlived

brief glimpses creep between The End

and the raw beginnings of Once Upon A Time

but still her stories end in death

I follow them in quiet desperation



Copyright April 2017


2 thoughts on “Tell Me A Story

    • Thank you Steve. Nice to hear from you. Nice of you to boost my ego when it really needed boosting! I’ve been feeling like I’m writing in a vacuum for ages now. Lovely lovely feedback.

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