Never did I think

Never did I think

Never did I think

My intellect was smart.

But once I wrote some lyrics

That rival Larry Hart.

Trapped inside a tomb

Like a felon in a cell,

Even Keats could comfort

The sufferers in hell.

 

Not Lost

He has a home with me,

With no where else to go.

He's learning how to lie,

And dying in the snow.

Desperate to find

A group to take him in,

He cast his lot with vagrants

On the side of sin.

Criminals are good.

Sanity is dead.

Anyone who says it

Isn't so is red.

67 years.

Will it ever end?

All he ever wanted

Was solace and a friend.

I didn't like his gods.

I let him slip away.

20 years ago

He used to sit and pray.

12-19-13

 

Not Lost

I'd think I'd be crazy

If not for the few

Very nice fellows

I long ago knew.

All of them gone

Like a whispering sea

That doesn't return.

Where can they be?

 

Two Stanzas

Neither facts nor truths are my opinions,

Though others deal in certainties and doubts.

Swimming through the ether like an angel -

Two images of beauty science routs.

And when the clouds are lower than the earth,

And the oceans blend into the sky,

There is nothing nicer than a smile,

And nothing passed the horror that's to die.

Neglect

I shall write a poem.

I thought that I would not.

A poem to the sufferer -

To the ill, his shot.

While I'm writing poems,

I ignore the truth.

I should have found a publisher

In my fertile youth.

Disregard their storms

Of triumphs and defeats.

Lead me down the gravel

To the garden gate of Keats.

Tell me now. Please tell me.

I'll know before I die.

How did Keats get published?

Also tell me why.