The Riddle of Addiction
Charlotte Reeves Bowman

This riddle,
this madness,
this sickness that....
makes children fear abandonment,
takes parents hostage,
leaves sores on the hearts of the inflicted.

The restlessness of
being
nothing,
having
nothing,
and only pretending that
NOTHING
is wrong....this is the junkie's anthem.
Love becomes another
anxious fix.

Some people know too
much about this riddle,
Know when it began,
how it evolved,
but they know absolutely nothing about the solution.
Some might long for it,
other's run from it,
but the human race as a whole tends to leave it alone.
Maybe some get courageous and try to catergorize it,
the holy rollers love to preach about it.....
trying to exorcise it with half truths about morality.
Problem is.....the riddle ain't a moral issue.
It's a beginning to an end,
a reminder that the human psysche has found a plastic answer for a wooded solution.

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Paul Gauguin (1848 - 1903)

Jan. 2003
Charlotte Bowman

Softer
Than
Love,
Bigger
Than
Birth
Or rebirth,
Is the
Inevitability
Of
Death.


"If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts. You can never escape...Youou can only move south down the coast." Counting Crows ( Adam Duritiz) Counting Crows

The Crying Couch
Charlotte Reeves Bowman

Turn of the century old
Embedded with ancient woes...
of women
needing answers about
yesterday's scolds.

Folded within its mattress of meshed gold,
lies the tears of
pretty beginnings
that have started to mold.
Wasted hopes-
Neutered ambition-
Reckless wants spring comfort to burdened bones.

The crying couch,
turn of the century old,
a tomb for my genders woes.
A daybed of
desire,
remorse,
security.

A soft mattress.....
Melancholy's throne!
The crying couch,
turn of the century old.

Minstrel of Material Things
C. Bowman

I hear you're santimonious sigh.
Such poverty of the soul.
Your vaults are filled with insecure wants and needs.
You cling to all these carnal illusions
like a scab trying to imprison healed skin.
Manicured pieces of your soul......
perfectly placed for the world to view.
The clientele is content with what they see.
Aesthetically pleasing clean straight lines,
everything has its place........
except truth.