Short Matinees Poems

The joy of my life only likes to wear red
Thinks I am public enemy number one
And takes me to movie matinees for fun
I fear that she is hoping to see me dead...

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Long ago, there were the halcyon days 
we once knew when we were young -
gone like dollar matinees
when from tree branches we swung. 

I remembered the dire words of song,
that said changes in the weather
are often known to come on strong,
as I watched the dark clouds gather.

You tell me that this storm has passed,
but should this howling wind prevail, 
a martyr, I won't be miscast - 
watch a battered heart set sail....

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