Sometimes when I'm just not present I hear voices and think it's still back in the day in our old neighbourhood and life is just the way it was for so long.
By Janet Theny4 months ago in Poets
It's four-thirty in the morning And the dawn breaks across the sky Creating a time for passage. North, East, South and West
By Janet Theny5 months ago in Poets
One is out for fun Out for a good time Thinking about your own self But maybe a series of ones Turns out hollow Je m'en fou you say je m'en fou
One Once I asked you quietly to come across my body like a wave moving in To bring your self to me like water through sand
Two You flat footed old shoe A military boot Getting away with the loot I left out for you Two is fibbing about its stability
Three Is the holiness of happiness The rustle of silk against skin Three is the giggle in tee hee With a little tease thrown in
4444444444444444444444444444444444444444 A chorus line of high stepping gals in high heels But let's forego the allure of clicks and kicks across the floor
Five arrives just as the night pulls across the sky To touch the earth with the kiss of darkness And the round earth belly
Six rolls up Like a gangster Laying rubber With chrome studded wheels And invites you to ride Through the night Hold tight
When seven stretches her long legs A sigh glides down the length of them She is heaven to earth in one stroke A messenger delivering the light
Eight A giggle of sassy round movement A giddy hula slide An amusement ride Careening around outside curves Carefree delighted spin thrills
Nine is way out of line Nine is the night Of sidewalks and jazz bars. In the middle of the street In the middle of the night
