rose mary

did she get what she wanted?
one may guess

she got a family
lived in a house
a husband on her side
kids that gave
the sounds of laughter
in the room

her regrets perhaps
i think i know
not having the time
to write a poem
about the sunrise
the warmth of
days

i do not judge
but i think she deserves a break
the luxury of solitude
the pleasure of just being
herself
away from the senses of
chattels and
teacups and
those diapers
and dirty floors

Danny thinks otherwise
to each his own

and so i go back to what i said
Danny we can only guess.

everyday repeated
is a habit,

this guy has a habit
waking up too early in the morning
opening his personal computer
putting in the words
which were roaming inside his dream
melting words
like plastic clocks of that dreamy
artist

memories of melting wristwatches
losing significance in his arm

dripping time
he is the knight in shining armor
against
the dragons of his own
delusions

habits don't die
only the knight eaten by this dragon
those who watch
do not see what details are there
happening

but for certain
one body lies there pressing the keys
about to die

but happy perhaps
having done what is supposed to be
finished

once i went inside the forest
it was like a cave of trees
the labyrinths are many
islands and slits of lights
drizzles of rain from up high
it is gray world
cold, damp, and very silent
as though
i