David Mac

Love, Like Death, Is Hard To Explain

The ages are limping birds

with broken wings

The ages are bones with

no place to go

The ages are your smile, my love

and all that black lipstick

But death hangs in the trees

all day long

And sometimes it sings

 

Alone You Start To Smile

 

Loneliness is

the edge of nowhere

 

Loneliness is

outside of the crowd

Loneliness is just

lost in flesh

And loneliness

is a bar

first thing in the morning

Loneliness is

nowhere to go

Loneliness is the night

but more so the day

Loneliness is a room

is dead walls

is a window without a view

Loneliness is a job

that wants to kill you

is an empty wallet

Loneliness is

mad as babies

hidden as clouds

Loneliness a stone

in the sun

cracks in a desert

Loneliness

the hills and

whispering

trees

Loneliness

my black shadows and

all they remember

But loneliness

loneliness

loneliness

is

a man

on top

of the world

She Said Hell

She said hell, or

at least she

wanted to.

She wanted to

but could not,

so we went outside.

And it was the town

that said it,

first.

It was the town

that said it, like

we all wanted to.

And everyone in it,

moved, stained red,

living for nothing,

dying for it all.

She said hell,

because we could not.

We could not.

Would not.

And the birds

stabbed holes in the skies

like

you wouldn’t believe.

White light shone

down to all this

hurt.

Like

you wouldn’t believe...