H Y B R I D

(Deadly Poison)

the danger we know . . . .

sows the garden we grow

deep seated roots, and dreams

planted somewhere, unseen

secrets kept for centuries . . . .

flow downhill in streams

a litany of clandestine diaries

tales that claim family shame

dig up dirt, name names . . . .

dishonor among familiar ranks

betrayal, denial, broken trust

stormy relationships . . . .

churn into embers and dust

sometimes love's not enough

to save us from ourselves . . . .

keep us from self-destruction

prevent us from damnation

deadly poison of the nightshade

☆☆☆☆☆

like the oar of a boat

broken by

the force of the current.

and I

can neither move

forward nor return.

in parentheses,

I surrendered what remained

of what throbbed within me

to your scourges,

so do what you want,

for you will find me

music without melody.

-J.Wool, Love Beyond Life, Echoes of Love

And if that’s what you were aiming for,

Then I’m afraid you failed.

Quite pathetically.

from Having a Coke With You (1971)