Avalon

Boatman, sail to me to Avalon:
I want to see it before I die.

We’ll set sail on the black river,
And we shall not dither –
I want to see it before I grow old.

As we draw closer to her shore,
How I will light up inside!
And become more ‘me’ than I’ve ever been.

Bring me the life,
Bring me the freedom,
Only Avalon can bring.

Bring me the parties,
Bring me the wine –
Bring me the dances and the lights.

So merry and gay I’ll be,
And I’ll bet you’ll be so proud of me.

Bring me the laughter,
Bring me the freedom,
Only Avalon can bring.

Please Boatman, take me to Avalon;
I want to see it before I die.

 

From my poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.

Fading Actress

Make the preparations:
The mask is being fitted —
I am waiting to be embalmed.

My time in the sun is ending —
And I am retiring,
Because I’ve had enough —

I am sick of the world
And all that lives in it —
The flowers that grow,
And grow old.

My bloom is fading
And I cannot forget —

Well, let’s stop wasting;
Let’s start preparing for the last dance, my darling —
Let’s make it a romance,
A thing to remember.
I shall sail the city streets once more —
I shall die in laughter and merriment —

Better that than a slow fading —
A cold wasting in an ill house,
Forgotten and all alone.

My time has nearly come;
I don’t ask for much —
Just a little wine,
A little dance
And some love —

Then I will be happy;
Then I will be ready,
For my star to rise a final time.

From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.