lonesome

they’re coming

they’re coming
stars

like lonely people
into the sky

I play
them songs

they think
my house

a jukebox

love destitute

love destitute
night gone
day is a walk

along a path
sunshine & birdsong
singers of solitude

at the gate
look left
look right

none here
the path

a line
of poetry

she went into the sun

she went into the sun
she has made
eternity
lonesome
my lovely vampire

grey sky over morning

grey sky over morning

the universe makes pretty
the lonesomeness of places

I came in from the garden

I came in from the garden
wanted to write a poem
bout love
what do you write
hon
when lonesome
has its way?

inhabit the day

inhabit the day
go about it

there are none
to take it

none to give
it to

who have not carried
the subtlest love?

the sky don’t look lonely

the sky don’t look lonely
the birds flying
insects in the low sky
the sky around a flower

Paul Stookey sings The Wedding Song

Paul Stookey sings The Wedding Song
I’d like to follow it up with Free Bird

I’m singing to the loves that have gone
away from me

the day does not make grey clouds

but Stookey brings the rain in me
to windows

.

I might go for a walk
I could find an odd occasion

a girl
wanting love

who’d give herself
to me

and I
to her

when we are done
doing things done

our eyes could
dress each other

wake in night/ a grey ceiling

wake in night
a grey ceiling

don’t look
beside myself

there are
none to love

but wonder
if their love

wander
to me

I’m in the mood

I’m in the mood
hon
I’ve been playing
The Carpenters

I got some

I got some
driftwood
in my heart

morning was

morning was
a garden

afternoon
& I find

them songs
sing them

cause I
want too

I
devising

a time machine
to find

her again

chairs fill

chairs fill
with space

sit on them
talk to poems

that are windows

I followed the sun across the lazy

I followed the sun across the lazy
afternoon
in those hours I was lonely

well

well
I made some pumpkin soup
& baked a 2hr no knead bread
now I look out the window
& I scratch my head

got in the shower

got in the shower
listening to Carole King
a bathroom is cold
in winter
later I’ll put on jeans
& a t-shirt & coat
& I’ll write a poem
to tell you this
I could have wrote your name
in the mist

went and got a carton, hon

went and got a carton, hon
cause lonesome was everywhere

missed her

missed her
in morning
look for her
now
perhaps
the day is
too long
without a touch
of her

lonely hurts

lonely hurts
ignore it

it does not
matter

make a noose
paint it

hang it where the eyes
will see it

replace it

with the flowers the colours
of the eyes
you miss

I line empty bottles up

I line empty bottles up
in v formation
birds flying home