Frustration

You broke your leg. Go to AA meeting! You are looking for a justice. Go to AA meeting! You are looking for a hole, where to hide. Go to AA meeting! You are looking for a place to stay. You hear the answer: "Go to AA meeting." You are looking for a job. Chorus answers: "Go to AA meeting." You are thinking, there is no room for you in this world. You hear an echo: "Go to AA meeting." Copyright (c) July 2008 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

What do you want from my dead?

What do you want from my dead? Their bones are lying in Eastern Europe. Their bones are not spies. Go, pick them up. They will bring you money. What do you want from my dead? They died young. When you steel each little piece of paper I scribble on? So you could be famous and richer. You are all ready very rich. What do you want to my dead? Let them rest in peace. Copyright 2007 Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas

Growing old

Two dry leaves are playing hide and seek on the street. Grey beads of days create a necklace. Peaceful feeling about not attracting anybody anymore. Freedom, more freedom I ever wished for. "Today are only few things which could hurt me." He sounded good when he said: "Last Sunday I threw a weapon into the lake." "Was it frozen?" "Nobody nowhere " isn't about me. Why I feel so soft hearted then? Copyright (c)1990 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

Ghost towns

They are taking space where should be fields and pastures, because people left. There is nobody to tend to the graves, and nobody to turn cemeteries back to the fields and pastures. Copyright 2007 Marie Neumann, Stephenville, Texas

Carnival night

Carousel is spinning faster and faster The lights are on Orchestrion plays tune of my youth Faster and faster It's carnival night every night I am not part of it Gray morning grass frosted with vomit and garbage Gray people get up around the noon I am not part of it. Copyright 2007 Marie Neumann Stephenville, Texas

Bad luck

I don't remember to brake any mirror lately. Why am I having such bad luck? If I stepped on somebody's toes, it was an accident. He shouldn't put them there. I need to borrow somebody's good luck. Just for a moment, so I could reverse mine. Just a little touch. Do you know any chimney sweeper? He will let me to touch his sleeve today. Tomorrow everything will be O.K. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 7/11/08

The helping hands

My sins are washed away for a moment. I am a human. A victim of oppression. "You are hanging with the wrong crowd." The crowd is all ready picking the stones ready to tear piece by piece. "Stick with the person you like and it will rub on you." Wait the second, it doesn't mean to break her neck, because you want what she has. I am making the same mistake as He did almost 2,000 years ago. Onions, or Icarus, or something between? I am dreaming. He pushed me gently: it's time to go. I left my cocoon bewildered entering new path. I am not dreaming. I walked this path before, long time ago. There will be helping hands to take me, to lead me, to encourage me. Copyright (c) 7/5/09 Marie Neumann, Pottsville