#ClarenceClemmons

There’s a deep horn blowing
And a Cheshire grin
Miles away from where we’ve been
And some kind of light
Came sweeping by
To carry them swiftly to live in the sky

I don’t know where I’m going
When my time is through
I’m not sure where I’ve been
Or what I’ve been through
I’m not sure if god’s light
Will come for me too
Wherever it takes me
Better be with you

There’s a song in my heart
Heavy on my chest
That leads me to darkness away from the rest
And a sax solo playing
The sound of my tears
And drowning their sorrow…and I’m drowning in sorrow

I don’t know where I’m going
When my time is through
I’m not sure where I’ve been
Or what I’ve been through
I’m not sure if god’s light
Will come for me too
Wherever it takes me
Better be with you

In My Dream

In my dream
In the night only
You visit inside my world
And for a moment
You come to life
Your touch is left lingering
Upon my skin
A barely perceptible smile until
Day light takes you away
Time steals the memory
And I wish to never waken

POEM

When I die
I want to be a poet
They will discover
Under the bedstand
Numerous journals
Filled with my brilliant musings

When I die
I want to be a poet
They will collect my writings
In themed anthologies
Oblivious to the whirlwind
Of my mind

When I die
I want to be a poet
Who will be poked at
Prodded and dissected
By adolescent girls and boys
Who are told no by the educated elite

When I die
I want to be a poet
That one young girl keeps by her
Bed at night
And silently reads to herself
In her voice
The road of my undoing

When I die
I want to be a poet
With a cult following
Because I did not obey the rules
And be misinterpreted over and over
Because I am not here to explain myself

When I die
I want to be a poet
And I want the world to know
My secrets I hide from them
In the daylight of judgment
And my innermost turmoil
They will never understand

When I die
I want my writings burned
Inside the charcoal grill
On my deck
And the ashes spread in Doolin
Glasses raised in my honor
In honor of the century’s greatest poet
Who tragically was not recognized
Until after her death

And to quote myself
“fuck ain’t that the way it is”.

SONG

I don’t know you
But I would like to
So take my hand and cross my heart

Come play with me in the dark

You can push me on a swing
I’ll push you back harder
Take you for a scary ride

Then you can fall down my black slide

I don’t know you
But I would like to
You hold secrets I have touched
You don’t know me But you would love to

Come play with me come love

You’re from the city
So I’m told
You know too many things
And you’d break me
And not even take me
Back to your city
And set me free

I don’t know you
Or your black ladder
That’s ok just cross your heart

Come play with me in the dark

Come play with me
Come set me free

Saying Goodbye

The tear spring is dry
and a frozen stone has
claimed it for a resting place