El Paso Blues

In the city

I grew up in

There’s a mountain

I like to drive through

At night

And see

All the lights

Wondering

What’s going on

Inside of each

Including yours

What are you up to

Are you happy

Are you sad

And as the mountain

Winds down

I picture running

Through a barrier

Just another thought

I’ve always had

Who would be there

At my funeral

Who would cry

Would the world be

Better without me

Just another light

Not willing to fight

Anymore

They might say

But today

The only thing

I think about

Is you

And that gets me by

Just fine

La Mort

Once upon a time,

A black crow landed at my feet

It was able to speak

A language I couldn’t understand

It spoke very animated

I wish I could comprehend

What the little bird was trying to say

Its voice had the soothing liasion of the French

But spoke with the power of the German tongue

And the precise intonations of English jargon

Knowing this however

Didn’t help me understand my new avian friend.

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I debated whether it was hungry or hurt

I happened to have bread

Having done my shopping

After work

I broke off a morsel and chucked it

For my hungry friend

But it kept on talking

Still I did not understand

I tried to reach for it

To see if it was hurt

But it fluttered away from me

Then came close again

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In the sky

There was a thousand birds

Couldn’t tell whether they were crows

The crow looked up

Then looked back at me

It pointed one of its wings to the sky

And kept on talking

Then it dawned on me what it looked like

Like a witness of something mad

Is there trouble little friend?

Are those birds running away?

The crow took a tiny step and flew away

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As if forgetting something

The crow flew back at me

And in perfect English

Said to me

I’m a raven not a crow

And I’ll be back for you

Each of us must retrieve one soul

But you’ve been kind

I’ll give you time

Go and hide

It took flight

In the opposite way.