Nadine Elizabeth Walker Yawned Openly Reflecting …

a man she once called her own
for she knew his words with a
secret smile and the curve on the brow
it has been far too long that she could barely recognize the once vibrant man
as wrinkled potholes
lined his face
the tale of a heart overtaken
knowing him throughout the life
he loved
sang for
they barely knew each other these days
for hearts no longer served her
Liberty was evicted from
his harbor


Born Married


Love found me early as child well before I knew what lost causes were
long before I understood what an invisible war was for  
Pierce was a saint before I knew any latin or prayer
taught in twilight of the wrongs or rights of the world
the voiceless were my allies no matter their color or street they lived on
Christy and Phil sang to me of romantic struggle,history and moral
Joe and D sung the poetry of what could be
my heroes never could save the world nor was it the aim  
they only drew maps to follow
of what could be possible

The Whistle Blowing Driving Me Insane

The reflection in the filthy subway window is one I have been trying to ignore since before this war
I dismissed it since birth,since told the history of the troubles
running away to the land of our grandfathers only to have it
through me
waving me away
guiding me back like the dog star
to a mirror of a city of where I first refused to accept the lot I was given
my secret conversations with love have now changed to secret meetings in lonely rooms
she will never be in this train car with me,she is long gone
everything I ever fought against
wears me like my fathers old work pants that I have on
I knew it would come to this
and they told when I was a child it would be this way
the five year old learning the politics understood it
the bastard fuck looking back at me
doesn’t have to accept it

Sweet Dreams Frankie Angel

Wipe the crust from your eyes,raise your head from the pillow
The harps do not play a hymn of sleep to keep you in comfort any longer
The dance of human dreams have changed tempo
Drums now play the battle march
In the distance
Across the oceans
On the front lawn
You’ll hear them soon enough
You were given slumber long enough under a beautiful masked tune for a dollar full of sky miles
You can’t sleep here anymore