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Whatever heaven

laid on the bed
lights off and
not daring to drew breath
we watch blade-blue flashes
splitting the clouds
followed by the low
disagreement of thunder

we count the gap
closing
until the storm
is around us

whatever heaven
may be up there
is putting on a lightshow
just for us
we're the only people in the world
the first in the world
and the last

and
suddenly

there's electricity
on
both                  sides
            of
       this
         window

"It's always too late if you never know the right time"

and I'm ashamed
I can say fuck off
in five different languages
but I'm pleased to meet you
in only one

and sometimes the strident voice
of the train station announcer
washes across town
early on Sunday mornings
in a calling
to leave this place

but I'm only an animal
staring at the open gate
and shrinking back into the dark
at the back of the crate I built
around myself
I've only learned to
say I don't give a fuck

but sometimes the world just plain scares me
and sometimes I'm scared of my own life
and this soft heart is racing all the time

like Giovanni Ribisi said in "Friends"
I would storm out of here
if I had some money
and a place to go

©Miles J. Bell 2007

"Love the night"

2 kids pass
striding into town
I know that feeling
nowhere to be just
a twenty in your pocket
& some real cigarettes
ready to murder the darkness
with laughter & stories
nothing but almost-free time
stretching before you with
eyes full of promise but
a steel heart where
nothing gets in or out
you can love the night but
it never loves you back
& you have to accept
it's always in
the company of darkness
time flashes by
& the end of a good thing
comes too soon
the eyes are now
endless & empty
black & cold
but the day
begins
like a prayer
to keep that darkness away
light surges into you
like a shot of something good
& it's something pure & true
and you know
like love & pain & all of us
it will eventually
fade to shadow
but you're happy anyway
for now
I think yes
I used to know that feeling

©Miles J. Bell 2007