Robbie and Sabine
(and the Penguin Café Orchestra)
The loneliness
at the well of
your lips the beauty
of untidy hair
crosses the creek
dismounts & enters
the cave puts a note
under a rock
the sound
of someone
you love who's
going away but
it doesn't matter
this time when
there's no shouting
no brokenness
or deaf doors
only that love
that sings
over & over
& over again
perfection, now.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
Sounds to me like a dusty cowpoke wandering in to a ghost town and all life has dried up, the saloon doors creaking in the wind and the tumbleweeds a'rolling past.
ReplyDeleteI liked the image of putting the note "under a rock" - will anybody ever read it, or is it meant to tie down this untethered secret.
Also the intrigue of "no brokenness" - it could take me a fair wad of time to untangle that enigma.
Adios : Greg