Wrightings

This is Forgotten Forgotten - the hairs in the drain or lying on the floor; hate, a boulder, rolling free and alone; a lie shouted in the light of day; organized insight of a shared vision.  Forgotten: the caged animal a large leopard pacing at its gate; the taste of bitter chocolate, the last cold  cup of coffee, a leathered fruit  which cannot mother, a heart torn asunder by yet another shot. You’ll forget labor pains until your child dies the vows made and broken, the first time around; a truth never told, being forced to touch  a toilet dirtied by a drunk.  All forgotten as if you were impaired.

  The Dance of the Seven Veils  I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero, Fast wheels spun under neon light, But love can’t last when you must go. Time for Me to Fly on the radio, pure rock ‘n’ roll, Fingertips traced a dream burnt bright,                                                       I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The hum of the engine, the fever, the glow, You swore you’d stay, but fate said, "not quite," Love can’t last when you must go. The rearview blurred, but I saw the show, Obsessed by echoes of Saturday nights, I danced the dance of the Seven Veils to Bolero. The speed of our love was too fast, too bold, You chased the white line, I faded out of sight,                                       ...

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  He’s got…. He squeezed, rolled, and patted the whole world. The ball warmed volcanoes compressed. In his hands fissures spill out moisture. Which remains whole. The once smooth red clay World, now gnarled and pinched offers little for life. In his hands this world, a worthless refuge, could exist when he’s got the whole wide world of possibility. This planet is not a friendly place, this planet in his hands is not a hospitable place, this planet is barely hanging on. And I with it.

  Valentines Day ‘25 You stormed in through rain a dozen offerings of love my man drunk in pain cooed like a dove I sent you on your way I didn’t understand  friends should stay but that wasn’t your plan to yet another I committed still I wanted you near friendship is most befitted and will last for more than years

  The battlefield is where I will fall,   and I will try to get back up  at least two times, so don’t  expect me in your death                                                        to show up on time! J. L. Wright