TATTOOED CARAVANS
TATTOOED CARAVANS
S.JENSEN © 2018
THEY KNOW ENOUGH
TOWARD THEMSELVES
AGAINST THE AURA OF ENERGY
ASCENDING THE PERCH
FROM THE WOODEN STAIRS
CREAKED AND GROANED
THE MUSIC FLOATING IN
MY EARS IN THE MORNING
THEN SOUNDS
OF LOVERS CARRY
AND I SIGH
DESPITE THE PRESUMED
PROTECTION OF THE AMULET
BOUNDARIES SEPARATING
ARE TENDERLY STRAINED
AS TIME PASSES
US BY AND NO
PANG GREATER TO THIS
HEART THEN TO LOVE
AND NOT BE
SO DIPPING MY PEN
TO THE INKWELL
WORDS FLOW TO TELL
A STORY WEAVED
BY MY MIND
BLENDED AND TRADING
THE MASK FOR INK
LONG GONE
I WRITE OF DREAMS
AND WISHES
MAGIC AND LOVERS TRISTS
INCAPABLE OF
EXPRESSING HOW BAD
I MISS AND HOW MUCH
I FEEL WORD LOSE
MEANING AND SPILL OUT
LOST SOMEWHERE
WORTH HEARING
AS WHAT WAS DESIRED
IS DESIRED
LIKE MELTED WAX
PONDERING MY
PUZZLED TEASING TO
HUG, CUDDLE, AND KISS
LOST ON WAVES
AS LETTERS NEVER GET
SENT
AND MY MIND
SAYS WHY I TRY SO HARD
TROUBLES MAKE
ME WONDER
AND I JUST SIT HERE
GOING I CAN’T BE
THE ONLY FOOL IN THIS
FORSAKE EVERYTHING
FOR MY HEART
AS BROKEN AS IT IS
WITH BEST EFFORTS
STILL LOVES
ALL THOUGH MORE
WARREN OF CATACOMBS
RESTING IN THEIR
SPINNING SPOTS
LIKE POTS EMPTY
WALKING OUT THE WEBS
OF DARKNESS THROUGH
THE PEN AND INK
WHERE TORTURED HELL
TRIED TO TAKE ME
AND I LEFT IT THERE
MADDENINGLY IT HOLDS ME
YET I REFUSE IT NOW
NOT CAUSE I DON’T
CARE
BUT JUST DON’T KNOW
NEVER FREEING
THIS LOVE I HOLD
HAS NO OUTLET
BUT WRONG OR RIGHT
MATTERS NOT
I DON’T REGRET
THE FAVORS AND TREASURES
OH TO
ACCIDENTS STRIKE
THEIR POISONOUS POWER
RELEASES AS ALL I HAVE
IS HOPE
IN THIS FULL
DEVASTATING SHEARING
SMASHING FORCE
THAT TOOK ME
DOWN IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE
REMAINS CAPABLE
AS I RECOVER AND HEAL
WHILE WRITING AND WAITING
FOR I ALONE CAN’T DO MUCH
ELSE BUT SHED
THE PERPETUAL GLOOM
WITH A ENDLESS SEA OF LOVE
MEETING THE OCEAN
OF DESIRE CHANGES
FOREVER
OH COLOURS ENRICH THIS SOUL
AND A TRAVELLER’S MODERN
WAGON TO RIDE
INTO THE SUNSET
AS RAIN SEEMS
TO ALWAYS FALL
WITH MY TEARS
CALLING AND CALLING
ENERGY AFTER ENERGY
TO BUILD AND SAVE
AND JUST BE WITHOUT
PAIN GETS ME
THROUGH SOME DAYS
AS SILENCE
CARRIES LIKE
THE WIND IN THE FAN
BLOWING
WHERE ARE MY
TATTOOED CARAVANS
THAT NEVER CAME
TO CARRY ME
WHERE I COULD BE
WANTED TO BE
COULDN'T GET TO
AND NOW ITS SO
LONG AGO
LIKE PAGES OF LETTERS
FALLING TO THE FLOOR
FROM THE BOOKCASE
SCATTERED AND SHATTERED
LIKE GLASS
MY HEART NEEDS
AND ITS DENIED
ALWAYS DENIED.
LOVE
LIGHT
AND LIFE.
YEAH DAMN FOOL
COME KISS ME
SIGH BEFORE I GO DAMN MAD
OUT HERE
ON THIS WINDING ROAD
GOING NOWHERE.
