Mona’s Song

Remembering her life unplanned
A window’s view was her dreamland,
She left a bleak and cruel life
To build on rock instead of sand.

She walked through streets of hate and strife
Where words cut deeper than a knife.
She kept her thoughts as straight as pins
From child to mom; from girl to wife.

To learn!  The key to those big wins

With judgment keen and sharp as fins.
Then truth was poured into her soul
It washed away her stinging sins.

Her life had been an empty bowl,
Though failures took a grievous toll,
Each year she gains more self control;
Her faith renewed now makes her whole.

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NEIGHBOR

Once he was a pretty boy
And a lover of things so fine
A lover of life—good food, good wine.
Perfection held allure but he kept an open mind
Regarding flaws, after all he was always lame–
Little lame loverboy—other beauty might be the same.
He kept an open heart and then he fell in love
Parties and travel took the place of family
And so he sailed with his discerning eye
Through their storms and tranquility.

Then those loved ones began to die.
First it was the old, then those closest to him,
And then the friends.  The plague, old age…
It didn’t matter when they left him and went away.
One day he looked in the mirror and like all around him,
He’d gone gray.

Monthly, now, he feels his dwindling wealth
And detests the flaw which is nothing but an old pain
In a history of old pains. Now surrounded by life,
He dreams of death.

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AMAZING GRACE

 

She knows dumpster food
And dying from two stories up.
Everyday she sees death
In the faces of people and in the trees.

She’s haunted by love and death
and by slow disease,
Every lost case, kitten and child.
Then she feels herself dying
Sleepily with drugs,
Like Granny wasting away,
Or quick, blood running down her neck.

She’d like to use drugs
To remember or forget.
She’d like to use
Sex like a drug to keep
Fear at a distance
But there’s disease in the streets.
It’s safer to ache.
It’s a war and there’s
Only so much pain she will bear on the street.

So she sleeps
And again her brother falls
To his death
Wrapped and waiting for the morgue
In white sheets.
She cries and pleads
How much goodness is required,
How much magic?
Can she manage to survive this ordeal–

Another day?

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FELINITY

 

You know domestic cats,
self-sufficient ones
But some cats defy what you know
Lost cats will seek comfort

In the neighborhood lives one Cat
Lost in body, lost in mind,
Lost to sex and lost to drugs
Squandered, wasted and miserable
This undefined cat is hunted, marked and remains
Lost—and blue

Who where what–end, when this Cat
Can’t define the abuse that it’s been through.
Can’t define what it is–
Sister or brother
Dark or light
Night for day, day for night
Trades sex for relief to the curious
And ends
Depressed, addicted, abused
One more try to start anew
Hard to do
Every time so hard to do

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Entertaining Woman

For Rita

Keeping it all together
She dreams peace and survival,
Sheltered there by dappled second story leaves.
She sings hope and hears the stories in every key.
And through all the pictures and the music live
The trees and dogs and cats and all the lost souls
Who aren’t sure if they can make it without her.
She reaches for them all as if from her
Fingers she can spin safety nets.
Some believe and find soft landings there.
Doubters, more dense, fall …
They break her a little every time
Yet she knows there’s glue in the music
and she keeps it handy.

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SAVED BY THE DOGS

 

so they all stuck together then
when times got hard and times
were nearly always
because booze
because dope
because loneliness gripped them
because they had to think
and didn’t want to have to think
because they had fled the system
and they had never known how to cope
but they had their dogs; a few had cats
or cats had them

change in the neighborhood
uppyuppies coming in tearing down
building fancy unaffordable new
so they all stuck together then
knowing when the law knocked,
or the crooks came to steal
there would be a place to run to
not because they had things in common
just mostly because of the dogs

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The Shell

The Shell
Fill ‘er up there
Get a lotto ticket
Buy some oil or pick up a pack
Clear your mind, meet a friend
Get your car washed
Exercise the dog to and back
Shop inside for a snack
Find some change at

The Shell

What creature’s home?
This refined protection
From current, trench and predator
Once palace to a tiny visitor
Arrives as a perfect relic
Surmounting sea and sand
Did its mate fare
So well

© Gay Reiser Cannon 2005

The Shell

Fill ‘er up there

Get a lotto ticket

Buy some oil or pick up a pack

Clear your mind, meet a friend

Get your car washed

Exercise the dog to and back

Shop inside for snack

Find some change at

The Shell

What creature’s home?

This refined protection

From current, trench and predator

Once palace to a tiny visitor

Arrives as a perfect relic

Surmounting sea and sand

Did its mate fare

So well

© Gay Reiser Cannon

2005

ANYWHERE AT ALL

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A HAIKU JOURNEY

Bus horns, cars blast past
Small trees, tall fences quiet
A city,  New York?

Wet crape myrtle blooms
Crimped lace through the back window
Serene orient

Gray silk afternoons
Parisian cats slink in shadows
Impressions linger.

The Arch testifies
History lives in cool walls
Roman holidays.

Postcards from the Nile
Cat goddess Bastet suggests
Sultry mystery.

Oven sent fragrance
Winter baked sweet with warmth
Viennese delights.

Dappled giraffe waits
On the coffee table plain
African retreat.

Bauhaus, forties sounds.
Daylight outlines nouveau curves
Filters time through slats.

Measured by spoonfuls
These days we dwell in Dallas
Worlds swirl in daydreams.

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