Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go onOnce more, you open the doorAnd you're here in my heartAnd my heart will go on and onhttps://youtu.be/F2RnxZnubCM?si=bQFmqv72qRGnNBGl
poetical musings
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go onhttps://youtu.be/F2RnxZnubCM?si=bQFmqv72qRGnNBGl
My apologies that our beagle
caught your sibling or cousin.
I did my best to give it
a respectful burial.
And I really didn't mean
to chase you out of the bushes.
How was my lawnmower to know
you were hiding in there?
While I know it is not original,
I've decided to call you Peter.
I prefer that to Paul.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' aliveOnce upon a time you dressed so fine
The morning ocean
startled by the infant sun
rests under a blanket
of a million silver coins
Elsewhere enraged
she tosses native fishing boats
like popcorn.
Note:
Just after the April 30 fall of Saigon and in the first week of May 1975, on board the USS Parsons somewhere in the Pacific near Okinawa.
"You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhereThere is a borderline I touch.
I don't know when I touch it.
It is not as if I feel when I touch it.
I don't; I don't think I do; do I?
I just touch it.
We all touch it.
This borderline we touch touches all of us ,
elusively, intermittently.
It starts at a point.
It stops at a point.
Am I touching it?
- April 1976, in port, Yokosuka Naval Base, Japan
Where is the love? (Where is the love?)
Forgive the intrusion
but words are how I express
me.
Mostly written words.
Attempting to be not too verbose,
preferring to be succinct.
Brevity is a virtue.
And these words?
Likely inconsequential.
Pointless maybe, but I hope not.
Just wanted to let you know,
thinking of you.
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand