i.

long, i want to cry out the sadness sitting on the edge of my face
as if awaiting a salvation or some snatching up, waiting
with the forlorn mass, in a near yet hidden door
where entering might heal and sickness begin to run

oh how i sense its urging to arrive where longing stares
searching about for the one who'd understand the staring
who feels the eyes aching for soothing words for the soul
looking at green bubbles skirting like gray clouds covering the air

ii.

what am i looking for standing here, stirring, tossing mold
staring at you hugging, kissing, arguing, appeasing through tears
wanting peace to reside again and again with the wine, the grain
the Hennessey of mind that dragged you thought the door

i sit thinking, crying, hoping, wond'ring, wishing for some carnage in me
that might set me free toward the west or any direction that life might
challenge me, alone, alone, alone, poised on a ledge
like a hippo at the zoo waiting for the gate to fall and it be gone

trespassing on a path leading to the frost from where the gorilla calls
heading home, where,er it might arise, awaiting the Sun to shine