and Karma tasted
on the tip of my tongue
sort of like sunflowers,
but her gaze was dry
and the gold in her eyes
had molded into a beautiful green

and i asked her to tell me she loved me
because i needed to hear from her
that she didn't
it's so messy getting caught in the fray of
someone else's story

Karma touched my hand lightly
and i died that night
then went home crying

i guess she really loved me

and she smiled
and asked me why i was so sad
for once, i don't remember the reason
my pain took so damn long
to find itself, like it was considering its major

i was its master study

so i got on a train to California
where
i lived in poverty, alone
but not lonely
and my room was adorned
with the blessings of more fortunate people
the ones that you haggle with at
garage sales

so i chose California
instead of those pinholes of eyes
and the possibility
i got it wrong
the possibility that i got all of the damned thing wrong

i went to the beach
nobody was looking
even you weren't looking anymore

pp, i know her, she sings of indifference then stings like a hornet, never paying attention to the script.

Nicely done...

always a pleasure to 'read' you

Cyn

The fingers of the first stanza curled around my mind and pulled...What an amazing write Colin!...Something is going on with you, you are on fire right now!!...Ah, the what ifs...What if I had not taken the train...What if I ...................................

Love this latest and you!

I feel connected to this in so many ways, I don't know why, it's just powerful. Amazing writing Colin!