Here are a couple little ditties I found in an old journal. I made them with those refrigerator poetry magnets, and I think I must have been about 18 or 19…
#1
the moment death stares on my
languid smile I will sing again
soaring above the gold void
I will still whisper of beauty
re-calling, deliriously, the
essential language of life
though never showing in time
it was only under the madness
of man’s frantic worship
#2
when will love shine through me
waxing like a full moon in an elaborate
sea of needed dreams
sitting here, wanting you gone
yet near me
I would run after you
but I only look and think
