Day: April 19, 2015

Heart-Shaped Bed

Bogart is dead

Has been for a long time

Died in a heart-shaped bed,

With two women,

Who’s names he could no longer

Remember

Dead in the heart-shaped bed,

With a cigarette still burning

And ice still in his glass

Long after he left us

His movies play as re-runs

Shown so many time,

I know all the lines

By heart

It was a good life,

You might say

But a marked curiosity

And an aging, weakening heart

Will eventually grab,

For us all in the end

Poor old Bogart

Never got to leave

The heart-shaped bed,

Never finished that last smoke

Or the final sip of his drink

But, in the long years to come

He can remember

The two women he left,

In that heart-shaped bed

And we’re stuck all alone,

With the re-runs

And the lines known

By heart

© DickyJ Loweman 2015

Heat Of The Afternoon

The sun beats into this room

Like a slave driver

Heating me and my awkward thoughts

To temperatures, which make blood boil

The paper called for rain

Never trust a paper,

Who can’t even get the weather,

Close to right

But, I do nothing to counteract

The heat of this room,

Just pacing

Back and forth,

Arms behind my back

Like a general planning

A strategic war move

But I have very little

In the way of interesting thoughts

So I take a seat

Look out the window

And wonder if it’s just as hot out there,

As it is in this room

© Dicky J Loweman 2015