Hopelessly Over Forty (circa '05)

[8eyedspy]

Hopelessly Over Forty (circa '05)



Snagged another smile off the floor
she dashed it off walking out the door
I can't get young chicks anymore
guess I'll forgo the invitations
and cancel dinner with reservations.

My head shines now and my shoulders sag
upon my back my life's work inside a bag
somedays I fly at half mast and hardly growl
where's my smile when I feel this foul
why does age have to be a reason to howl
never been this old and homeward bound
gotta worry, worry that bone like a hound.

Aches rake my body parts in fits and starts
sputtering on takeoff and fluttering on landing
it's a wonder my boys are still standing
after triple op surgery on a broken heart
love left an impression worse than a branding.

Little things always blow up in my mind
never paid attention before to inconsequentials
jettisoned the junk and kept the essentials
I need a midlife crisis, a white knight sortie
God, I'm hopelessly over forty.

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Thought this might make it as a song.

[8eyedspy]

Crack of Dawn

staring at the crack of Dawn
laying here out on the lawn
all my memories last night are gone
what remains behind is the crack of Dawn

have I been sacked out too long
there was wine woman and song
believe me I didn't do anything wrong
everything is revealed by the crack of Dawn

she sleeps peacefully by my side
her breathing in time with the tide
stunned, my eyes are open wide
staring at the crack of Dawn

this little beauty my soft warm fawn
she is a mystery a poison pawn
her restless spirit escapes in a yawn
in the end all I see is the crack of Dawn

[8eyedspy]

A holiday in the sun

goths prowl the sleepyheaded seaside town

staking claim to the broken down arcade

weathered pale facade welcomes the motley brew

stashing vintage drunks under the boardwalk

the blackhearts blend into the waves of night

swimming solemnly through deepest despairing tides

overwhelmed by the dark beauty threatening to drown

sullen heavy metal souls all aglitter littering the beach

now comes a mad fiery god boiling the sea and melting sand

hand in hand vanishing into vapors leaving leathers behind

[8eyedspy]

Madonna in Roam

She steps outside her shell brushing away marble dust.
Then stoops to pick up some limp roses at her feet.
Blackened petals fall away, but the thorns remain.
She places soft stems inside a fold in her cold robe.
Pale Adonis mute with envy turns a blind eye, he craves love.
Already on a pedestal he cares not for her spiritual beauty.

Madonna moves through the deserted square.
Monastery gargoyles bask in moonlight, look down upon her.
They speak in tongues, hiss flaming words, whispering rumors of rapture.
Outside the village walls she walks the path that leads to Rome.
A statuesque vision gliding through the night, passing through children’s dreams.
Parents share grief and confusion, morning sun tints stone rose petals strewn in empty beds.