Squaaak

(nothing but the truth)

spies in the house of love don't talk

lovely sentiments

ashes abide in their hearts

blank stares like mirrors.  I know you

the façade of an unopened door slammed

I run amongst the ashes

like cremation coals, char

Kentucky blue grass, blue blades FOP

I need to be seen - Jonny come lately?

scavenging crows, blackbirds and cardinals

stairways to nothingness, blatant song

Harley Davis woes - I hate

my life; spies in the house of love

deep-drawn eyes sunk in swollen heads

how I wish to see through Hell's turmoil

flaming like the abyss of shadows' dark

the lark's caw, the sandbox park

the urn, the yearn for youth and His grace

the face of yesterday as today; my pleasure beckons

poignant like the Nun's ruler smack

the unrequited joy of naïveté, pseudo-

childhood housebreaking a courageous puppy

spies in the house of love don't bark.

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke