He asked her. She said “Yes, I will”
And that day, started down a path
The doctor told her “It’s a girl”
The greatest love she’d ever have
Her husband said, “I’ve met someone”
And then he up and moved away
Her grown girl went abroad for good
“I love you,” — all that she could say
Soon jobless, went to her own mom’s,
And laid down on her childhood bed
She needed three words from her mom:
“You are worthless”
What she got
Wendell, wander while you can
Where the windy highway wends
Find a road you’ve never seen, and
Follow, till your journey ends.
Wendell, why this noisome toil,
Wearing down your weary brow?
Seek no more your heart to spoil, and
Fly, while time will still allow.
Wendell, there’s no going back
What remains is still ahead;
Find the road that leads to life, for
Soon enough, you’ll join the dead.
He made time for his children
(and extra time)
but found other fathers better loved
who were never there at all.
So he saw that
time is indeed like money:
the more of it that's printed,
the more devalued it becomes.
I don’t engage in fallacies
Or fail to say what’s true;
I’m not some slavish partisan
I’m not at ALL like you.
I’m not a man of certainty
I’m not one to condemn;
I do not judge, so can’t be judged
I’m not at ALL like them.
When I’m at home, the curtains down,
This perfect man you see
Is nothing like I say I am –
I’m not at ALL like me!
Miss Andrist isn’t famous,
You rarely hear her name:
She’s an accomplished general
In the general field of blame.
And there Miss Andrist goes to fight
A war between the states;
She goes to kill the infidel
While its herself she hates.
This began when we began
And many times we came
To sit here in the cool, cool dark
And light our secret flame
I loved you with adventure
With action and romance
And in this very place we sat
Whenever we’d the chance.
This place is boarded up now,
Maybe they’ll renovate:
Like you and I need something
To recreate the great.
We don’t sit in the dark here,
And feel our private thrill:
And time to spend is time alone
And time’s just time to kill.
There tearing down this place today
And I don’t even know
Where you are living, or with whom
Or where you next might go.
I loved our many nights here
Our Cinema of Play
But cinemas are only dreams
Long daylight burns away.
He asked me why someone like me
Would waste my time on poetry
When anything I had to say
I could just say the normal way
As blind men cannot see the light
As ostriches cannot take flight
So the prosaic cannot know
Why you or me is wired so.