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| James Spencer |
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  THE CITY The City has its symphony The horns, the drums, cacophony The moaning, droning, endless clatter My loneliness that doesn't matter The charm has worn off It's lost its luster It takes all the courage I can muster To spend these days neither here nor there When I'd rather be almost anywhere Than here today in the city Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com RAINFALL AT THE MOST INNOPPORTUNE TIMES It's always raining in her head She keeps the sun in a jar beside her bed A bed she leaves only when compelled The play has lost the meaning it once held She's a storm in the making Never certain when it will begin To her hearts are only for breaking Still somehow she draws me in She's a weight around my neck The straw that finally breaks my back Bad luck waiting to happen Happy only when the mood is black She's seven years of bad days And all the typical clichés Every time I'm in her throws I watch overhead for falling pianos Tonight she's dressed all to the nines Playing out her defiance Slipping beneath the lines in their faces She's got the masquerade down to a science Copyright © James Spencer 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com FRAGILE Up on the rooftop Wishing that the rain would stop She lights another cigarette, and though it's wet She's illuminated Seven floors above it all Wondering when it all will fall I say, "The city's charming at this hour." She says, "It's all overrated." With words, not swords, it's so easy to maim The wind sweeps through my fragile frame The beauty here seen from he roof Remains quite distant; cold; aloof Copyright © James Spencer 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com INTO THIS NIGHT I'LL FADE My thoughts slip down the drain Like rain through the cracks in the pavement I never meant to say it that way At least that's not quite what I meant My hope upon a postage stamp My life is but a vapor Like long-forgotten kerosene lamps Burning yesterday's newspaper Phone books hang from large brass hooks The receptionist speaks but never looks Up from her romance novel While me and Poe get on our knees and grovel Moaning about poor lost Lenore But she don't work the desk no more She hooked up with some modeling agency With a reputation and a vacancy You dig? There's abstract energy Flowing here inside of me Just let it burn out like dew upon grass In midsummer morn; heat rising fast Thermometer reads one hundred degrees While Poe and I (still on our knees) Agree that sadness is life And life is madness With sanity thrown in at random Solitude is best in tandem Now we're all watching, waiting, anticipating Your next performance Frozen like a cigarette On lips of loved ones, never met Now fade gently into the night Exit slowly...stage right I've said too much already tonight Exhausted all I could possibly say So, into the night I'll fade away Copyright © James Spencer 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com SOAP STARS AND SILHOUETTES That summer I swore off love and smoked my weight in cigarettes And dreamt of places I hadn't seen yet Three separate longings conflicting underneath these city awnings Friendships on the verge of ending By the railroad tracks behind you house we are pretending that we don't want to tear each other's throats out She's come between us--we swore she wouldn't These scenes demean us, but we both adore it as if this were the stage We display our angst; our rage You rushed your lines as you did in class The instructor used us as examples--the antithesis We played it out in real-life I outwitted you, of course But you got the girl; therefore I lost How many times did someone threaten to jump in front of the train as it passed by? Jessica and Nancy, on more than one occasion And Tony said he was gonna jump the next train to California Drunkenly I just took off my shirt and oscillated wildly (quite out of character for me) Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com A VERSE I'd have to swim across oceans To join my mind and emotions Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com ODE TO MY MOTHER Lower the curtain down on consequence tonight Question my methods as I cower from the light What if I drove this car faster? Would it be enough to offer me an answer? I sold it short, but these actions speak so much softer Given the chance I'd give all I can offer My ears are burning wildfire Stunning clarity to last me till I tire Can't you feel my heart is breaking Emptiness is overtaking When will I breathe again? All of these truths are scarcely worth facing All of these faces are not worth placing Please, I'm down on my knees again (Going down, going down...) Can you see my heart breaking? This sadness will never go away It is myself I am forsaking There are no answers to be found in this bottle But still I drink and sink full throttle Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com KIRSTEN ON A CLOUD She floats on a cloud like a radiant star As her laughter looms in the smoke-filled rooms Of the two A.M. bar She comments on my quiet ways Never faltering Despite alcohol's haze But her words--no more than friendly banter I have no charm so I can't enchant her As surely as smoke dissipates This night unfurls, never hesitates To vanish as all those preceding And my chivalrous heart is left still beating Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com DEAN'S THEME You were never fully satisfied Without an element of danger Instead of straightening out, as you Grew up, you just grew stranger With breakneck speed You broke their hearts And that was only the start Of your best-played part They weren't fully satisfied Until you were sealed in a coffin Risking life and limb Much too early and too often With breakneck speed You broke their hearts And that was only the start Of your best-played part Jimmy, you sly devil... Copyright © James Spencer, 1999 BoyRacer74@aol.com Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being always being added. I bribe the authors. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. I'd appreciate it if you'd sign my Guest Book so that I'll know you've been here. If you prefer, you may send me Email at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your comments, praise, suggestions or even constructive criticism. You may also write directly to any of the authors for whom an Email address has been provided. If you'd like to write to an author for whom there is no Email address provided, please send it to me at KisSoSoft@aol.com, and I will forward your mail directly to him or her. Thank you. 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