September

Rain river rain rain
Arranged wedding Irene/Lee
Spring conceived today

911

Hello?

And just about everyone answered
That day
That week
That month

We were married to Death and its far-reaching ashen arms
But the sultry honeymoon phase ended and we separated
And on our tenth anniversary we are practically divorced
Or at least that's what we tell ourselves to keep on moving
Forward
Forward
Forward

If that's a true motion inside this indifferent ring of existence
Of Life
Of Death
Of Earth growing older and more irritable daily daily shifting souls from one plane to the next

Under

The covers we used to
Share secrets and stories of the day
At night with a flashlight illuminating an otherwise dark room

Huddled

So close we used to
Take our little angels and our little devils
Off our shoulders and place them atop the bedposts ready

To fight

As if they were G.I. Joes
Keeping watch over monsters under the bed
And inside the closet until our flashlight battery died and we

Separated

And grabbed our rights
Standing next to our wrongs and began to run
Around the room as monsters under a spell of disillusionment