The painter behind Jethro Tull’s Aqualung cover is still haunted by its success

we never talk anymore.
we are like
the winds of Winter
as we blow
through Summer’s door.
lost
in a landscape
we cannot explore,
abandoned as driftwood
on a desolate shore,
uninvited I am
the one you ignore,
left wondering why
we don’t talk anymore.

i hear it now
this very minute –
second…
i don’t know
if i can
name the time signature

your name
name
name

that is what
u
do
to me.

is it an affliction
or
an addiction?

not u

the thought
of u

i guess
there is
a distinction

that is true,
i can’t blame u

just the
thought

yes,
u have caught

me
thinkin
of u

but u
yes u

u planted
the seed

i know it
suspect it

i know i didn’t
plant it

but

am i culpable?

so it’s me,
it’s true

my brain has become
addicted
to u

naloxone

hit me up

what can i buy u?
nothing, i know.
nothing that will
fulfill

what can i show u?
what do u want to c?
the light u ignite
inside of me?

how does that work?
i wish i knew.
then i would ignite
a fire in u.

you are, to me,
an unheard melody,

a love song
I may
never play.

one so pure
it will always endure,
with lyrics
I struggle to say.

so come, let us dream
of things that
cannot be,

of
impossibility.

come, let us dream
of songs
yet unsung,
lyrical joy
left on the tongue.

come, let us dream
of a melody
that quiets the mind,
that sets the heart free

that plays as you
are
dancing with me

come,
let us dream

I am haunted
by memories
of things I cannot
forget

as if
they have not meted out
their proper portion
of regret

i
like to listen
to the quiet.

that is me,
i
will not deny it.

in that space
there is
much to hear

as the breeze
of Summer
accosts
my ear

with it’s whispers
of you

what
can i do?

i cannot forget

i fight the regret

yet

succumb

when did you
become a memory?

when time inches forward
weeks suddenly pass
the flying of years
like sand through the glass

the stars in the sky
beginning to fade
some, we can no longer see
when, did you become
a memory?

walking down streets
that were trod in the past
paved with laughter and tears

reluctant to go
where the shadows are cast
for those were the darkest of years

when reflections become
mostly uncertain
when the dust settles uneasily
on the living room curtain

when what once was
will no longer be
when, did you become
a memory?

You are gorgeous

oh i aM

Excellent last poem sure all are but the last one hooked my heart :) much love and thank you for everything <3 a magic day or night too.

u r 2 kind 🙂

i’m looking for a place
where I won’t be denied
a place of dark reflections
where my soul can hide

where I can huddle naked
in the corner by the door
with all of life’s misgivings
scattered on the floor

a place where time knows nothing
save the writing on the wall
a plea for absolution
written in a childlike scrawl

a place with no forgiveness
for there’s nothing to forgive
a place that doesn’t know
who will die and who will live

where silence is a rainbow
in shades of black and white
where there is no difference
between the day and night