Before This Life

I did something, I know ...
Ungrateful, at least
I did something before
To offend such a beast

Long before today,
Decades before tomorrow,
I did something, I know ...
To bring on this sorrow.

Terrible it was,
Horrid, I'm sure.
Afflicted, this heart,
And, certainly no cure.

Still, I can't see
What I left behind
I can't see the last century
And, my unfaithful mind

Because something I know
When I know nothing at all
There is no rational reason
For desire to call

But who gave it reason
Who says there's a why?
When lips work to smile
While heart yearns to cry?

A leper of love
Hated and black
Masking with wonder
A hiddeous crack.

Wider than Heaven,
Hollow ... and pretend
I was there before
And, I'll be there again.

A Friday Night

Toe, unstill
A tapping delight
Impatient ... moreso,
On a Friday night.

Wonder, deluxe,
A few hours to wait.
Tapping and anxious,
September and great.

But, if I could
Sooner ... I might,
Wander away,
And ponder tonight.

As stars awake,
And day turns to black,
I'll slip into naughty,
And never come back.