Blue Cat Tales - HITCHIKER

HITCHIKER


Sitting and watching the passing trees
rolling by the roadside,
and wondering what it happening to me,
how much longer I will have to hide.
The driver turns and tells a joke
about some old times he’s had.
It is not on tears of laughter that I choke
as his funny thoughts chase mine that are sad.
He tells me how he discovered the world,
riding ‘round it with his thumb
and how he’d make every girl
in every town - when he was young.
He asks questions about where I’ve been,
and wants to know the things I’ve done,
saying if he could do it all over again
that he would have twice as much as fun.
To my silence he mumbles on,
his mindless tongue never running out of things to say
- while my deaf soul lies behind and beyoud
the barren trees by the roadway.

Blue Cat Tales - UNWORTHY

UNWORTHY


   I think of you
- all the things you used to say,
all the things you used to do -
I think of you night and day.
When I walk alone at night
I can hear the music of your tongue.
I look out and see the sight
of you, so beautiful, so young.
I sometimes wonder if you remember me,
or remember how I loved you so.
Another love, like ours will never be -
I love you more than you will ever know.
   But I am reckless and a little too wild
- and not worthy of your love.
But, like a lonely, helpless child
I just wanted you to know I was thinking of
you.

Blue Cat Tales - STYLE

STYLE


I was charmed
and warmed
by the style
of her smile,
the way she talked
and walked.
I was gladdened
and yet saddened
by the way
she would say
things,
like a nightengale sings
soft songs,
slow and long
and real.
So real that you could feel
the music in the air
and the sweet softness of her hair,
and the liquid luciousness
of her kiss.

Blue Cat Tales - DERANGED

DERANGED


She will probably
think me crazy,
or at least deranged.
Why else would a strange
man take pen
in hand and send
Part of himself, his world,
to someone else, a stranger girl?
She must think
that he mistook the nod and wink
of friendship and fun,
the songs of words not sung,
for something that was not really what he had thought, hoped, to be.
How could he
possibly lover her, then?
Because he is not like other men,
or is he only more so
than she or others know
or can guess?

   Yes!

DARKNESS


He was thirsty

for the wine
of an almost forgotten time
spent in other ways
   - lent to days
of living, loving life,
before the days of wife,
child, job, home.

He hungered

to be alone
and free again,
like a few other men
who were made
of and painted the same shade
   of
darkness…

Blue Cat Tales - BEE STING

BEE STING


If I were smart
I would part
with you
   - and the things we knew.
If I was good
and did the things I should,
I should leave
and let you grieve.
If I were strong
I would pretend that it isn’t wrong
to run and hide
like a turtle, turning inside.
If I were old
and perhaps, a little more cold
than I am now
I would forget you … somehow…
but I am young
and I have been stung
by the be of love that you have become to me.

Blue Cat Tales - SOMETHING

SOMETHING


Walk with me,

talk with me,
but do not ask questions
or make suggestions.

The time will come
when I will cease to run
   - either from fatigue
or greed
for the wanting,
the haunting
need - for
life, or
something

   - to end.

Blue Cat Tales -- HANDS

HANDS


Hands touch.

So little becomes so much
sometimes, when minds
cannot find
any other way
to say

   - love.

Blue Cat Tales - LETTER

LETTER


The night we made love, what were you thinking of … the darkness below, or the light above - were you enjoying our beautiful oasis world?  No, you were wondering if you were just another girl.  You didn’t think about being happy - or even wonder if you loved me, there were just too many other things to do, but you did wonder if I loved you.

When you asked, it would have been too great a task to say no.  I did not want to spoil it, I did not want to go.  Anyway, you might have guessed - so I said yes.  Not to pretend, but to end the discussion that pounded like percussion sounds  -  ‘round n’ ‘round in my head as I lay in the bed with you - becoming one with you - running to fun with you.

I enjoyed myself - and you were not anybody else.  I guess there are those who can see some sin in it, but you were the only girl I loved  -  that minute.

Sincerely yours …

Blue Cat Tales - ONCE UPON A TIME

ONCE UPON A TIME


Once I was lonely,
   - and you loved me,
then.
And, like most men,
I didn’t really know.

And, saying I had to go,
I drifted into the nothingness
that has become my existence.

And then, I knew
that I loved you.

But it is too late
   ( you could not wait )
for me to be

   - lonely.