American Beauty

This was a post from three years ago.  I think, Marta, the main character, still had more to say.


A clap of thunder

The family dog

Hid under the stairs

Among canning jars

Bags and boxes

Excuse the mess

We just moved

Marta greeted

At the door

Whatever was there

Was, all she had

Mere little white lies

Ignored, because they

Didn’t matter that much

So what, if they’d moved

Three years before?

Nobody cared that

Her piercing blue eyes

No longer had anything

To offer, other than

Reflected sadness, despair

Echoed in lines, wrinkles

Graying, unkempt hair

Marta gazed at the stars

Through broken windows

And an overgrown lawn

Full of broken-down cars

She waited for her

Hard-drinking husband

Poor excuse of a man

To stumble home

Sometime before dawn

Fate had not been kind

She straightened clutter

Just enough to keep

From losing her mind

AMERICAN BEAUTY

all-american beauty

A clap of thunder
The family dog
Hid under the stairs
Among canning jars
Bags and boxes
Excuse the mess
We just moved
Marta greeted
At the door
Whatever was there
Was all she had
Mere little white lies
Ignored, because they
Didn’t matter that much
So what if they’d moved
Three years before?

Fate had not been kind
She straightened clutter
Just enough, to keep
From losing her mind

Nobody cared, that
Her piercing blue eyes
No longer had anything
To offer, other than
Reflected sadness, despair
Echoed in lines, wrinkles
Graying unkempt hair
Marta gazed at the stars
Through broken windows
And an overgrown lawn
Full of broken down cars
Waited for her
Hard-drinking husband
To stumble home
Sometime before dawn

Fate had not been kind
She straightened clutter
Just enough to keep
From losing her mind

NOTHING REFLECTED, NOTHING SEEN

winter sky

Divas, real he-men
Parted curtains
Groped the darkness
Nothingness, reflected
In their, hollowed eyes
Waited in lines
For quick fixes
Reasons for being
Easy money
Eased, real
And imagined
Pains of failure

Cobwebs, brushed
Aside, along
With, dreams
Without meaning
Riddled, with lies
Echoes in drainpipes
Hidden amongst clutter
Of hideous ideologies
Sinister mysteries
Homogenized prizes
As time passed, beneath
Marbleized skies

SOMETIMES

Life isn’t fair

Why should I care?

Sometimes I run

Sometimes I fall

–Sometimes I don’t feel anything at all–

Ears don’t hear, eyes don’t see

What’s that got to do with me?

Complaints just bounce off the wall

No one listens, no one at all

–Sometimes it’s best to say nothing at all–

Some advice, to be quite frank

Better be silent, than labelled a crank

Before you run, learn how to crawl

I’m enjoying myself, having a ball

–Sometimes it’s best to do nothing at all–