CLIFF-HANGER
The path climbs before me.
A path strewn with danger.
I have cliffs to the right,
descending sheer to abyss.
I have a wall of rock to the left,
climbing to a distant vanishing point.
You stand at the end of the path,
on a pointed bluff.
You stare away from me,
clad in gossamer.
A twenties Coca-Cola fantasy.
I cling to an inch of ledge.
Me?
I am Hogarth street-drudge.
But I must try for you anyway.
I crawl and edge my way to you.
The crumbly rock skitters away beneath my feet.
I tear fingernails, gasp in pain.
You do not turn.
I hear a voice in my head:
"Will our hero make it?
Can he reach his dream?
Or will he fall to his doom?
Tune in next–"
NO!
NOT YET!
I feel the edge give way as I leap for the heaven of your bluff.
Short.
Pain star-bursts as ribs crack on a knife point.
I haul myself to safety at your feet.
I lay fish-breathing.
My eyes travel up your:
"Well-turned ankle"
"Long coltish legs"
"A caboose that inspired the theory of perpetual-motion"
"A back that angels dream of"
"Limbs to make a willow weep"
To your face
Wind plays with your raven hair like some demented hairdresser.
But even Wind cannot hide your
Bright
Electric
Blue eyes
The twins smile.
You reach
Open your
Hand
To me?
Nah.
Yeah?
Yeah!
A giddy strengh fills me as I stand.
Under your gaze and hands
I am no longer a miscarriage from an artist's nightmare.
I have become a
David
Apollo
Errol
Stupidly smiling,
I look over your shoulder.
I see beyond you,
no, us.
A path.
Sheer drop to the right.
Wall of rock to the left.
A sign.
Hand lettered.
Arrow pointing.
"TO PARADISE ??200 mi."
-MSH 5/30/88 ??)(Theresa. Some day I'll make the leap.)
GEAR-JAMMER
She ain't no line-puncher,
She's a gear-jammer.
She handles like a sick whale,
But she holds a hundred plus
Steady as a priest.
No back-street beater,
She's a highway eater.
She's made to cruise,
Built to ROLL.
Eating distance
Land shark.
Sea wolf.
Get her on the road.
Ease her up to fifty.
Mash down on the gas.
Squash your eyeballs into discs.
Got you by the balls.
Ain't gonna let go.
Don't black out now.
Watch the dotted line
Stitch together,
A solid bar.
Flyin' low
At one-two-oh.
She's settin' right.
Feel the wheels.
Do they still touch ground?
The needle.
Pegged to the right
You guess it at one-forty-five.
Your ass sizzles.
The hard pavement screams
A mere twelve inches below.
She wants more.
Always more.
Speed.
Momentum.
The big MO.
The engine howls.
The wheels sing.
The highway whispers.
Ahead,
The sky.
A horizon that ceases
To race before you.
Wait.
Pick it.
Choose the moment.
Now.
Kill the engine.
The steering wheel,
Embedded in cement.
No turning away.
The guard rail
Disappears with a grunt.
air.
Floating.
Sailing.
A scream.
Like,
A wounded horse.
A cat fight.
A dying rabbit.
Fingernails down your spine.
Twisting metal.
It is done.
M.S. Hazen 1987
This one ain't mine…..read it somewhere
DON'T ASK ME WHO I AM, MY FRIEND,
MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
FOR I MAY THINK I'M ANOTHER MAN,
AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
DON'T ASK ME WHO I LOVE MY FRIEND,
MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
FOR THE OTHER MY LOVE MAY NOT BE ENOUGH,
AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
DON'T ASK ME WHY I FIGHT, MY FRIEND,
MY ANSWER IS A LIE.
FOR I CAN'T KILL THE OTHER MAN'S RIGHT,
AND TOMORROW I MAY DIE.
THE SHIP WE SAIL ISN'T STRONG, MY FRIEND,
TO THINK SO IS A LIE.
IF IT SAILS US NOW, IT WON'T BE FOR LONG,
AND TOMORROW WE MAY DIE.
SONNET #1
I peer over the ramparts of my soul.
My defenses stand ready to repell.
Any invasion, any sort of toll.
My tower of Iron will set for hell.
Yet all I view is a smile full of glee.
Topped by eyes, wide and deep, quietly staring
She begins to dance, dance only for me!
At first cautious; hips swaying eyes daring.
Tawny, feline body beckons as
Only the female of the species can.
Mesmerised; hands tremble, weak knees of glass;
Open the gate with the flinch of a gland.
A claw, hers, plunges through the opening.
My heart rips free. I'm left to my healing.
1986
I saw something like this once…call it jammin on a theme.
SWEAT
Quietly,
He came to Her.
He removerd Her covering.
He sat for a moment,
Staring.
Taking into His eyes
And soul,
Her naked body.
He began to caress
Her soft,
Veined neck.
She moaned softly.
He ran His hand across
The graceful curve
Of Her waist.
His calloused
Fingertips brushed
Her belly
Again, She moaned.
He began to
Pluck, pull and press.
Her moans became
Rythmic.
Together,
They moved
Screamed
And groaned.
Emotion
Raging through Them.
A final burst
Of harmonic breath,
They ended.
His sweat
Dripped upon
Her warm glowing
Body.
Slowly,
He got up
Stretching
Cramped and kinked muscles.
He gently
Placed the guitar back into
Her case.
M.S. HAZEN 1984
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