The river is my refuge, the river is my home.
The river is a mother, for those who are alone.
The river and the ocean, the mist, the snow, the rain,
Every form of water, on earth are all the same.
So when I kiss the river, I kiss the ocean too,
And when the river kisses me, the ocean kisses you.
My Father calls me “that”, while my Mother gets all flustered,
Even after all these years, I still don’t cut the mustard.
My parents think that I’m a slut, but I think I am just a mutt:
A hybrid, of High Intensity.
I’m retired now and getting old,
My parents have always been so cold.
They do not call me even though they have my number.
The lifetime longing for Mother’s love is an ever-aching hunger,
A wound that won’t heal,
An onion you can’t peel,
And rotten to the core. I know you wish I’d say no more,
I know you wish that I had stopped, not begun, and firmly shut this door.
But I cannot do it anymore, agony seethes from every pore
And I am tired of all the liars, I’m tired of the war.
Its time for me to speak, before I’m too stupid and too weak
Nothing left for me to do, but lurch onward toward the mountain peak
Where finally there, I will re-enter
my Blue Heaven, evermore.
stranger on earth 