Jane

[couchgrouch]

JaneIt was nothing but twisted steel and shardsbut as they towed it to the wrecking yardJim wept over that Jeep Brand Cherokeehe dropped those clothes at Goodwill when time had passedand all that remained in that room at lastwas a familiar scent in the sofa and a parakeethe'd always hated that stupid birdit had never learned a single wordnow it just listened from its lonesome cagewhen the stillness of night was a haunted stageshadows and moonlight seemed to ricochetfrom the floors and ceiling at the end of the dayand one by one they shut off Jim's utilitieshe'd whisper to the walls but that never helped muchthe fabric of time is one thing words can't touchand all he felt was emptiness and futilityfor years he tried so hard to hidebehind wine and pills his doctor prescribedhe didn't see that ev'ry heart is doomedthat uses weapons to heal its woundsand somehow that drunk driverpassed his disease to the one survivorone night Jim hopped in his old Fordand headed back to the liquor storewhen those traffic cops found that lonely birdhe kept repeating a single wordJane...Jane...(c)2005 Robert George