3 or 4
A lot of our life and living is dross, routine, rote, same old - same old. Except for the 3 or 4.
I’ve been traveling. More posts on that and more this week. Here are a couple of poems written on the ferry. Raw and naked and alive.
3 Or 4
You only get
3 or 4 good poems
in a lifetime.
The rest are just fluff
that flies off the page,
insignificant footsteps set
in the melting sorrow of life.
It’s the same with most else.
3 or 4 good dogs in a lifetime.
3 or 4 good relationships.
3 of 4 one outers on the river
3 or 4 moments where
it all seemed worth it,
3 or 4 near misses
then
you get hit - BAAF!
But at least
you got your 3 or 4.
……………………………………….
When The Money Runs Out
When the money runs out
you fill with who you are
’nd you know
whose side you’re on
’nd whose side’s on yours.
When the money runs out
the day has no number
and must, need tos melt
in the back of your hot mind.
There’s nothing you have to do
and the songbirds become your music.
When the money runs out
when the allegiances no longer matter
when your costume is turned in
and sold at the local thrift store
when you wake up when you damn want to
and die when you want to too.
Then and only then
the money having run out
will you know the value and name
of that dame, you’d been chasing too long
before the money ran out.