Thursday, April 26, 2007

Again, Sailor Stripes

I try to run my life with cool dispassion

Nothing to get thrilled over

Nothing to get upset over

Nothing to get hurt over

Nothing to get joyful over

Nothing to get crazy over

Nothing to get wondrous over


 

Calm collected rational moves

Emotion kept in check on a leash

So much like a dispirited hound

Who went let go

Would leap for joy

And go crashing into the wall


 

More the fool I


 

But no,

Fool or no fool

I do not want to forget

The shrieking joy of the kindergarden pens

Me. You. Us all.

We all know where that is now don't we?

Right here inside.

Stirring, rising, hoping, seeking

Again.


 

1 comment:

Gypsynan said...

yes ! I know what you are saying!