7 Poems of 2001 January – June
any promise
for some moments
i am alive
soon the wind will take me
i will be gone
as will you
with all your beauty
will this end be different
is there any promise
or will we both disappear
Poem 176
June 26, 2001
except for you and me
there’s no rest for the wicked
and even less for you
or me
the wicked suffer badly
enduring the pleasures
they’ve stolen
so punished are the wicked
they labor thru the night
and sleep
while the good work thru the day
under the burning sun
and die
were wickedness less painful
more wicked there would be
except for you and me
Poem 175
June 26, 2001
neck to nose
life is
a lot of little steps
in between the rushes
of out of control
sometimes disasters
neck to nose
sometimes disasters
neck to nice
and always we believe
in the nice
if we are healthy
if we are lucky
Poem 174
June 26, 2001
great chances
it’s strange i’ve not ended yet
i’ve had such great chances
but failed to cash in
i could’ve left in a pool
when i was just a kid
but wasn’t suicidal enough
could’ve been pretty dead
but wasn’t sent to the front
and that time in New Orleans
the punk got philosophical
could’ve fallen off the mountain
but hit an oak tree
after two hundred feet
could’ve got squished by that train
by dump trucks or busses
or by a Samoan or three
could’ve hit the telephone pole
sliding out of control
in the car in rain and ice
and quite a few more
i don’t know about
so what’s going on
you suppose it’s all luck
maybe divine assistance
me, i figure it’s a miracle
Poem 173
June 17, 2001
drops of dew
hours wait before the dawn
wild with uncertainty
when the grass is covered
with those cold drops of dew
will we be together
will we walk in our garden
or my love will i be
alone with the roses
so bitter and sharp
Poem 172
June 14, 2001
i can see
life is quick and often harsh
i will no doubt end soon
the current carries me up
and down without care
if i am calm i can see
faces in the stream
i am not alone
if i am calm i can see
colors ever shifting
towards the end
there is beauty
Poem 171
June 8-14, 2001
off center
can you hear me? do you
know what i am thinking?
can you see what i am seeing?
do your eyes work like mine?
or is your world different
perhaps we can never touch
our eyes forever off center
our hearts in other spheres
Poem 170
June 11, 2001
in between
i have hours to spare
can i dream of you
when duty calls
when walls of rock
step in between
i will still love you
forever
and our love is
out of time
Poem 169
May 13, 2001
made of woman
these winds are cruel
i see your face in each gust
would you hold out your hand
for me to hold on to
but are you safe to hold
solid, made of woman
or are you made of dream
Poem 168
April 23, 2001
i am leaf
i am leaf
i am free
i sail in the wind
soaring a hundred meters
over your head
swerving back and forth
unto the ground
capturing a wild gust
i fly again
and again and again and again
i am leaf
i am free
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