The special secret sickness

I fear my heart's come down with sadness, she said
and walked away
Nothing to do but wait, he said, as his fingers soothed the ivory

he sought the appropriate tone to mirror the weight of her affliction
imagined she'd be drifting in the notes of haunting melodies

they were strangers then and separate
and the lonely weighed so heavy
there wasn't anything to do but wait for waves to take their love away

The Jarring Words Cure

caged by glory shouting names
creak and hobble toward the rain
crackpot
bangup
starcrossed
hiccups
all parading down the drain

cram the poignant pepper puffs
headlines tell of loudmouth stuff
crazy kooks
immortal dogs
pray that preaching's not enough

snarky sounds will soothe your cool
give the quickness ample room
bleed out
scream out
let it out
speak the sticky passion pools!