Its 2 am, What the Hell!
Stormy Monday
July 1, 2006

Misting in a medicinal dramatic daze
I received a call
from 
an
old
friend.

His voice 
Gripped
with
frustration
disappointment
and doubt.

Immediately
demanding my sobriety
I collected my
senses to
lend an
empathetic
ear.

I listened

In vision

Colors of emotions
Painted sordid scenarios

I listened.

Matrimonial trill
Now echoes tones
Of pain and mistrust.

The promises of yesterday
Have turned into
Years of regret
And that symbol
Of everlasting love
Ceases to croon a
Love song of devotion.

It’s a damn shame!

Lord,

If my arms could stretch
The distance
I would touch
His lips
And take 
His pain.

He
Is 
So 
Beautiful!


So amazing like a sienna sunrise.
As remarkable as love in flight.

All the treasures in the world
Are rubbish compared to
The priceless beat 
of his heart.

His compassion invaluable.
Yet she treats it as
if it’s loose change
in her 
overpriced 
Fendi
bag.

Damn girl!

Hours after
our goodnights
I sat up with the moon.
Thinking of my friend.
Feeling for his heart.

It’s 2 am
 and 
I’m wondering
Internet dating!
What the hell was
he thinking!