Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on May 9, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The silver spears that shatter in the garden of my heart
Play tattoos of painful pleasure on my skin
Though this feeling doesn’t matter and it only forms the start
Of designs that have my heartaches held within

The ecstasy of artwork that my garden paints inside
Fills my dreams with silent shudders every night
Like some strange eternal partwork with an ending I must hide
While I draw the dark conclusions to the light

But I know that’s just illusion it is simply summer rain
Not the gods  betraying sorrow in their tears
The tattoo’s a sad delusion that is drawn from mental pain
While I wait to breathe surrender to your ears