Gail

Gail

I just found a poem

Among the books your lover sent me

After you'd departed from the earth,

Or under it.

(Such a life!

You ought to be in heaven.

Compensation.)

I loved you. I was happy.

We had fun for many hours.

Now I have your manuscripts.

I want to have them published.

However for the poem

I just read (about yourself

And your bond with someone

That you loved) -

Underneath the poem you wrote "Joe”.

11-6-13

 

Dreams & Laughter

When at last you reach the end of laughter,

You realize you're on a mental ward,

All your hopes behind you, and your dream

Awakened. When you're out, you'll have a plan -

To make that wakened dream reality.

Not to grow. You're grown. Not to become.

You already are. But to be happy.

With the facts to savor in the light.

And laughter will come back to you again.

Laughter, love and happiness are life.

Also horror, misery and death.

11-6-12

The Duartes lie

The Duartes lie – their raison d'etre -

Like living in an optical illusion,

Or the fun house at a carnival.

Trust them long enough, you'll go insane,

Lose your money, give up all belief.

The Duartes lie. Dislodge yourself

From the reef and drift back out to sea

To where the people are before you die.

11-6-13