Flesh n Blood. (10/20/19) -M.Weisgerber.

Stuck in a land, a little like my own,
Growing old bones and thick piecemeal confluences
sights unseen
Unsettling, tepid in the knowing, folicules unknown

Missing my opera afficineadoos, the photographers,
who would very much make this work,
This world,
Their own.

Radical Cruelty. (12/10/19)-M.Weisgerber

Delight in it, we all do
Saving face, letting all the others assume

Ladies, I get it: ya gotta save yourselves.
Yet we are in here, drowning too..

Heartbroken (but can still have fun)

Heartshatter (but doesn't mean forever 'on the run')

Bloodletter, once this day is done

Trendsetter, in all the ways we wouldn't' believe

This warning; a note to those with greed
This letter; tome towards those in need.

Feeling Blue (10/31/19). -M.Weisgerber

..this place, it screams of Halloween
An entire dusty landscape, waiting just to pry,
The lids to delve so deep.
What of a soul to take?

Like others I pined for cheap costumed thrills
A kiss upon the midnight streetside theatre
Or else such strange sights to fill me with temptation!
Fighting the slipping, forgetful lore, of the sliding passages
That tear upon the human heart.
Or this inner cry, of thirstless wanton desire.

I found it in such a place once, not
Knowing that I was then so utterly, truely alive.
The main drag full of whistling cold, the bleak
Of a crooked lampshade, beside that sidewalk
Up high, so high as to call me onward.

Its light did not show me many things,
I basking in the endless future, that was even then
Like the sun, the moon around waning, wasting
I did not know, babe, I simply did not know, but
We smiled as we danced round that flame,
did we not?

We made the most, and like the withering glow
Did hold each other so utterly, terribly close.
Crying, daring the dark to theaten how it could
Gave each other a spark, by which to set next year alight

A hope, dug too deep for fallow snow.

So let the eyes feast on this colored spectacle,
As the breeze stills.
As my pen slows, letting mind and heart pause so
As the day fades, as your name changed:
An important point worth remembering, worthy of saying
Adieu.

Interpretation (Oct 30th, 2019). -M.Weisgerber

First Poem Ever Written To Me:
I'm not the kind of girl you'd write poetry about

I don't have a face you'd go to war for

You wouldn't use soft metaphors to describe me

Or risk your life to win me back

Yet I am like a summer's day,

Scorching and unforgiving, even late into the night

Like a great battle,

I leave a wake of wounded.

Rebuttal (Sad n True),

Yea, battle hardened: I get that.

Pessimistic, and hard headed too

I get it all, fought along with the best of them

Cried along with the rest of them

The laughter piling on

The flailing bodies still flailing, smiling, falling all around.

Fight babe, rail against the coming of the hate

Forgetting, burying the worst of them,

(And me?)

Or at least enough to put the sword a down.

A charnel hate beginning to grow,

that dreaded war amoungst ourselves.

Sing then:

Throw a tune out, to see who hums along.