Became ugly with time..

Became ugly with time..

I watch the rain outside the Jazz club window. I am singing with the Jazz man.

“The sky is crying.”

I have become ugly. Time slowly took my smile, time slowly too my laughter and

time had stole my hope.

Once I needed dancehalls, once I needed loud music and once I need conversation.

Now I accept quiet.

Once I wanted to be Hemingway in my youth. Sadly I found Kosinski sorrow and insanity.

And now I need Salinger quiet and loneliness.

I wonder. Are we doomed to need less?

Brake our heart when we learn. Our voices, our words.

Are meaningless.

I go to Lake St. Clair alone. I read alone, I write alone.

I read my beloved books by the quiet of the Clinton River.

I asked St. Clare de Pobre. When did I become so ugly.

She didn’t answer me.

Dancing Coyote