Convictions

were you caught

in the fire storm of a million

conversations

or lost

in a dying admission

because just one thing I can show

and that is I am here

without you

alone

Committee Meeting notes, March 4, 2008, 12:25 a.m.

All members present and accounted for, except for the monkey, who is already bored and feels his presence is not required.

Melvin would like to point out that Marissa still looks very bulky yet ate several sweets today.

Marissa responds that she is quite aware.

Melvin is also worried that Marissa is a bit full of herself at the moment, which, he believes, is never a good sign.

Mike suggests that Melvin is a jerk.

Mirabella, as usual, has nothing to say.

Minnie is tired and wants to pet the cats.

Melinda is sure the world is about to come to an end.  Not even the monkey is interested.

Melvin gives his permission for certain stories to be told.  Marissa is fine with that.  Melvin remarks yet again on Marissa's bulky appearance and on her "loose" grasp of reality.

Marissa is annoyed and calls the meeting to an end.

Elegy

Now our half-truths ship out

under cover of a cloud-filled sky

the sun you once spoke of

never any friend of mine

can you feel it rain

can you?          

The sleeping bear

All of the followers had gone, sucked up into the girl’s funnel cloud and carried off to god knows where.  What remained lay on the ground, broken.  The restaurant would not be serving again.

I was wondering with a pang of regret where Marietta had gone when a dishevelled figure with a lopsided purple hairdo and an old face limped over to me.  The cruelty in her expression had now become mingled with resentment.  We just stood and looked at each other for a while, until she said, “You think you have won.  But the spell is broken for you, too.”

“I know,” I answered.  “But at least I can live with myself.”

“We’ll see about that,” she replied.  She then disappeared, rather against her will, I thought, into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke.

The enemy within

silence a mocking foe

shrouded in hope

I was waiting where did you go        

you cannot say and I         

I just do not know

from way over there

you do not echo anywhere

I am so

lost

the deadliest place is no place new at all

Haunted

Restless again, Megan wandered over to the window.  Outside she saw a man standing on the corner.  He had thinning blond hair, and he was gazing up at the hotel with a look of inexpressible sadness on his face: Andy.  Megan stepped back into the shadows, not wanting to embarrass him.  She wondered why he had come.  After all of his determined effort to avoid the traps of their past, what would he say to her?  What would she say to him?

With a little frown Andy lowered his head.  He then turned around and walked away.

Megan let the curtain fall back into place, as an overwhelming sense of loss inside of her did bloody battle with acceptance.  It's okay, she told herself.  Or at least it would be.  She just had to hang in there.  Tomorrow this, too, would all just be a memory.

Innocence lost

a triumph but for you 

my one truth worth deceiving

a child’s dream for tomorrow so good           

it deserved to be buried

behind the wall a red she had never seen