MONA

She lied to the mirror

brushstroked the truth

Men came to her door to be loved

she acquiesced

Tenament slum

garbage can lined

Dreamt of times

Beyond the coast

Lazily, lying

Next to the church

white on the hill

Now lived by stretches

imagination and branches

Love imagined

trees of guilt

Nuances of hope

revealed in sunsets and dawns

of scarlet and red

Cannot sleep

beyond the rest

Cannot leave

bereft

New York street sillhouette

street light, stop light

Predawn, hasty lovers quarrel

and stumble toward the haze

Day struggles to pretend

it's supposed to be here

The night disappears

Dawn happens

If you transpose love into the equation of life
You get chaos which works itself out
Yes, there is fallout
Pain and doubt, questions abound
Just tell me the truth, even if it hurts
Sombre rain
I have looked at death which wants death
Wants itself
Becomes routine, walking away