Thus what bound them
Together remained
Forever unspoken, known only
To a blind, deaf, select few
Who knew all too well how
To keep their mouths shut.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thus what bound them
Together remained
Forever unspoken, known only
To a blind, deaf, select few
Who knew all too well how
To keep their mouths shut.
You’ll do fine
By it—just remember
To approach
It with caution,
Even though
That unsettling flickering on
And off that refuses
To keep still and let itself be
Snuffed out does not look
As threatening
As the quickening shadows
It keeps on casting.
All the junk we thought
We needed on the way,
But with nothing
Lasting of value beyond
A precious uncertain morrow
Every day.
Believe me,
Nothing to believe in is
Nothing to sneer at—
Just think zilch
And you’ll see how
Grim it is to grin,
And your curling upper
Lip unable to bear it
By tucking it in.
Hell or high water,
I’ll keep shouting it
Till I’m blue in the face:
I’m not going to keel over
And die till I see all three
Of my intimate followers’
Bulging bloodshot eyes
Green with envy, ogling
The body of my work
And me
In my final resting place,
Period.