Category: Penman Lounge

I’ve often heard that love is blind
Perhaps you’re vision should be refined
No eye surgery could ever correct
Those feeling of amore we resurrect
Not telescope could help us foresee
Even the Tinest fault with “my love for thee”
It’s not until your friends suggest
That perhaps he is not the best
Of all the candidates you could find
But by now you’ve gone legally blind.
You know it’s bad when Mama called
Just to tell you how appalled
They would be if they ever saw
Him become their son in law
Of course you think they’re all crazy
Until when fine day you’re vision is a lesser hazy
He used to be my super hero
But in the hall of justice he was a big fat zero
Eventually we realize for ourselves
There’s a lot better books on the shelf

In the late afternoon
I lay on my bed
I tremble
but not from the cold
My skin fevered, sensitive, craving
You have done this to me
You do this to me
a gasp escapes my lips
as your teeth nip my tender left breast
I feel the heat of your laugh on my skin
Your right hand squeezes my right breast
A moan escapes
A shudder
“Don’t move”
I try
It is hard
Fingers in my hair
along my face
on my lips
“Please kiss me”
“Don’t move”
I am not touched
nothing
Tears pool in my eyes
Then
Ice
Cold
but….Hot….
where it was never meant to be
but melts….
I melt
Then you kiss me
Oh God
You kiss me
You brought me over the blessed edge…

Copyright Catherine Anne Hayes © 2008

I drink to heal my symptoms
But fail to kill the causes.
A broken marriage, broken dreams,
Dead end job so many losses.
It’s an endless stream,
An alcoholic tide,
That cons my mind towards suicide
That’s makes me think a day cant go by without my problem pesticide
My blood shot eyes
My toxic breathe
My shaky stance
All side affects
My constant steer into a fog of ice block cubes and alcohol
They make my problems feel resolved
But really make them more evolved.
My kidneys ache
My tongue is soar
Stomachs embalmed from alcohol
My pleasure pill, divine escape
That leaves me drowned before the gates
That leaves my body in a state
For rats and bugs to mutilate,
For life to cut and amputate,
A friend bound to intoxicate.

Sitting on top of a hill
Miles away from the world
As the last explosion
Conquers a nation.

Walking down from my hill
To the ruins left of the world
I feel sorrow and dissatisfaction.

Walking back to my hill
I spot a little girl
Who’s lost limbs has left her dying.

With no legs and no arms
I tell her to stay calm

The next president will know how to save you.

It’s not fair,
Newborns being brung along
Be casted to your elder’s arms
For they already gave you well
By giving you their younger selves.
Their times been spent
With well intent,
Just for your cause
With no applause,
Your gratitude
Has been removed,
Their golden years
You made them lose.
Just one year shy
Of the finish line
Retirement years slowly subside
As they arise to baby cry’s.
I feel their heart beat growing faint,
Their weakened bones
Their lifeless face,
Their hopeless sighs
Misfortune steers
Disappointment infiltrates the air.
Anger slowly goes astray
But they’ll always feel betrayed.

Death is such a touchy task.
How do we mourn the ones that pass?
Do we give remorse or cash?
To help their living remnants last.
Their memory’s are bitter sweet,
Some have some tears role off their cheek,
Others seem to be complete,
And smirk at the sight of the deceased.
The bedded box
Is sealed and locked.
Ready for the corpse to rot.
With in time they’ll be forgot
Until the next funeral plot.

Hmmm,
My imagination one would say yet my dream almost reality I did not seize!
As the anticipated month nears and flowers blossom
Emptiness invades me to know that in my arms I shall carry you not, nor shall I smile at neither sunrise nor sunset.

Be strong, your momma says unto I…
Be strong, I say to her.

Not ready? A fool? Selfish? I don’t know…
With us I want you back, a definite plea to the skies
my voice I elevate…

In the eyes of your momma I drawn and hope to see you.
In my dreams, I wish I could stay and have you next to me;
And hear you cry, laugh, talk…and tickle our hearts as we
would proudly look at our daughter…and whisper sweet
words to your ears…

With tears in my eyes, my heart boiling in mixed feelings,
Sweetie, mummy loves you, daddy loves you…

I know I should have been the one to help you get to sleep
But here I am asking you to come on down and consol our hearts
Please come back…
With our arms and heart…we are waiting…

You’re rounding the bend towards middle age
Not even earning minimum wage
you’re parents are so very annoyed
That you have never really been gainfully employed
A briefcase and Brooks Brothers you have not
Himalayan satchel and Birkenstocks is what you’ve got
Occasional jobs to keep the shoestring from breaking
Canoe guide, den leader and martini shaking
Did you have any entrepreneurial contemplation
While shining slot machines on the reservation?
Did you perhaps think there may be something better
While you were knitting that Alpaca sweater?
But you’ve been to Paris and you’ve been to France
Maria Maria taught you to Tango Dance
You scaled Everest and made it alive
But you are terrified of 9-5
A free spirit -that you are
But you have no money to buy a car
You must think that this is the way
How much do you have in you’re 401K?
It’s no fun being old and poor
With arthritis and strokes knocking at your door
A nest egg is vital so get in gear
Please don’t wait not another year
To start a career that you won’t abhor
You might start by interviewing with the Peace Corps (1-800-4xx-8580)

Lets go out for just one drink
We’ll be home by 11 don’t ya think?
A few sips of wine to pass the time
A mug of beer to lend some cheer
The birds are chirping and the sky is blue
Until someone buys a shot for you
You’re on the fence but you can still
Stop that car from going down hill
Familiar intersection which way shall I go?
Refill the goblet of merlot
It’s the wrong turn you can bet
I might as well have a cigarette
Happy hours, hours and hours…
I think ill have one of those whisky sours
Something to enhance you’re alegria?
send over a pitcher of sangria
It REALLY is a crying shame
Now that you’ve veered into the brake down lane
One final vodka tonic
That relationship used to be platonic
A glass of champagne would really be neat
But now your buckled in you’re new best friend’s passenger seat
The birds aren’t chirping and the sky is grey
Tis not a lovely day
Scary flashbacks and a vile headache
You should have pulled the emergency brake.

Your heart is singing life is gold star
So joyous the relationship has come so far
He’s the man of your dreams with livable flaws
He buys you flowers just because
He has your heart
And so you start
Building a life with a white picket fence
On several occasions you have ignored
When your intuition has implored
For you to review prince charming grace
Without rose colored glasses strapped to your face
One fine day just by chance
You happen to take a random glance
upon evidence that’s So concrete
You must face the fact that he’s a cheat
Its hard to breathe, your hearts like stone
This went on while you were sharing a home
You feel like a fool, and ignorant dunce
It obviously happened a lot more than once
It’s no use to even try denying
For the past few years he’s been lying (in someone else’s bed)
You’re devastated and seething mad
But in due time you will be so glad
That his ugly colors eventually showed
This prince was really a toad