Waxes Wanes

See how the sun just waxes wanes, waxes wanes, waxes wanes.

How I chase the rain down empty lanes.

See how the page flaps, written in blue. Bitten in two. Mitten in shoe.

And I ask, is the sky really blue?

(Watch the roses grow, the ravens crow, the hangman hang them in a row.)

Her womb tore, so she bled two days. The child returned her steady gaze.

And nightly, they ran down the maze.

(It’s all a temporary phase.)

My best friend, she is such a tease. Like a hunk of cheese. Or a room on lease.

Or a hive of honey-laden bees.

The sky smiles down in a generous way. Today is sure to be my day. I’ll find my way.

I’ll have my say.

The point I make is no point at all. If you step too close, you’re sure to fall. So roll yourself in a warm tight ball.

(I’ll tell you all, I’ll tell you all.)

Watch the sun toss up like a birthing egg. On the broken deck of an ancient wreck.

(The water glows with a million lighted specks.)

If only the hills would make a sign! I’d run and hide amidst the pines. With a little sob, and a little wine. (The trek-wood-hunts are all quite fine.)

With a skirt full of rain and a hat full of pain and a fist full of thoughts to make her sane.

(She knew no blessing, she knew no bane.)

The compass turns on the point, the pin. What I call virtue, you call sin. With your scornful tongue, and your heart of tin. You’ve never lost, but you’ll never win.