Where There Are No Signs

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To drive where I have never been
Without a map or GPS
To find myself on a hidden road
 In some forgotten mountain pass

To skirt the bad times of my life
To glide right by my worst mistakes
To speed to reach my ego’s height
To race downhill without my brakes

To have my thoughts, just like the road
Twist high and low and round and round
To go to where there are no signs
To find whatever can be found

There’s No Accounting For Inspiration

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This is the sight in front of me
Each time I write a poem;
That’s Superman and Cheshire Cat,
But — you already know ’em.

They’ve helped me write three hundred times,
The last time that I checked –
Each time we knock one out, we drink
A cold Doctors-Select.

Now inspiration comes
In many different ways, I feel;
I happen to get most of mine
From Ches, and Man of Steel

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What Lila Wrote in Henry’s Yearbook

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Henry – all the years I’ve known you
You have been my closest friend,
And through all the high school chaos
I have known I could depend

On your strange, erratic friendship
On the knife edge of your wit
To cut through the vines surrounding
School and life and – all of it

But, sometimes, I know you’re headstrong
And you think your life is set
But I’m sure you have no concept
Who you really are just yet

There’s a loving man inside you
Yes. That’s right. I said, “a man”
You think that there’s something lacking
But there’s not. I know you can

Be whoever you set out to.
Of all this I have no doubt.

Love,
your Lila –

who reminds you
That you’ve never asked her out

Youthful Passions: Jumping Into a Pool

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Jump in, climb out, jump in, climb out
And all day on repeat;
To admit you were tired was
To admit to defeat

So cannonballs and Frankensteins
Were choices two and one;
Some people dove in head first, but
That wasn’t that much fun

Pretending you got shot was good,
Catching balls in the air;
Karate kicks got extra, as did
Jumping off a chair

The skills involved were manifold
Some borderline occult;
Like how to leap-frog tables, and
Not be seen by adults

So many things we dared to do
So few we wouldn’t try
For just that single moment
When we felt like we could fly