attracted to her fingers
and slippery as an eel
its one dead eye stares at her
— the silver dollar
lonely child spoons dirt over
the sandwich bag zippered shut
there’s naught burial at sea
— two sticks form a cross
10/13/2018
Five Dark Devils
The last was deeper than the first
he for blood always ravenously thirst
Every cry was for innocent to die
demanded I give it my best try
The fourth came in like a lion
swore my soul was then dyin'
Promised relief if I but retreat
into his cold, dark cave to eat
Third was as slippery as an eel
his every dark sin I would feel
When I refused his every dark wish
made me eat raw meat from a dish
Second, a dancing ghost was he
forced me to laugh and lie by three
Every morn my head felt like lead
as he tossed me out of my bed
First was worst of the bad lot
burned my heart and all I got
Stayed until he was forced out
left with a boom and mighty shout
Five dark devils did torture me
each kept me from living free
All eventually had to fly on away
for new light told them not to stay
Robert Lindley, Sept 14th 1980
Note:From my private journal. Written just after I came thru a bad spell deep blues..
THE SANDS OF TIME
Silent, creepy, mysterious as its tick,
The worthiest choice, if offered a pick,
‘Tis often mentioned of many a tricky blighter,
But there’s this one, that we should take none the lighter,
No matter how low our lives are or how high,
This one, it deceives us within a blink of an eye,
Generations of attempts, seeking to unravel,
From its study, to its hopeful travel,
Enriching us with glory and joy unbound,
But always engulfing with vigil surround,
Obviously not easy to bring to heel,
Like Sand, as slippery as an eel,
These, Chronicles of Time,
In Life, undoubtedly the Prime,
Too valuable, too worthy to waste,
Lest, we regret later, the need for haste,
Cherish, save, optimize this gift,
It’s the last thing that should be allowed to drift,
Yesterday is History,
Tomorrow is a Mystery,
But today is a Gift, that is why it is called the Present. :)
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