i don't want to die-
but i don't want to live
in this undying hell
i don't want to die-
but i don't want to live
in this undying hell
i don't know what's what-
what's what is always what is,
and never what was
I'm anonymous.
yet I am Juno before
I'm anonymous
I miss my mother-
I miss her lovely smile,
with the dripping eyes…
they built that fence and
i never tried to jump it-
i just sighed and cried
I like to
watch the rain
fall-
watching rain
fall
gives me
peace
Falling rain
reminds me-
what rises
to the sky
will someday
come back down-
down,
to the boring
poor
ground.
in a world of Rose
this elongated pose, is
more Iris, than Rose
To be warm
is to be safe
But warmth is not a right-
warmth is a privilege
If you are cold
freezing and dying
you do not have the right
to build a fire
You have the right
to remain silent
So when the storm comes
and buries you deep
and you have no wealth
then
you will seep
And you will freeze
forever exercising
your right
of remaining silence
until your cold
bitter
end…
when the fire runs out-
and you end.
Penny,
you knew fighting
this losing battle
would be no stroll
on a calm beach.
And daughter,
now you know
that to challenge Goliath
when you are David,
when you have nothing,
…feel like nothing…
and you have no wealth,
no allies, no power-
that it’s like a penny
challenging a million bucks!
But you know, too
when everything is gone
…everything is lost…
and you lose…
and you’re lost…
like I lost…
…you still win.
Because you are one-
one in a million,
my Penny…
clever butterflies,
spinning until spent - selling
stories of spiders