You Poet

I can imagine you walking along side the boulevard
all alone, in the lap of nature,
which does each one of us nurture,
to the quietude of some symphony
in the far off distance,
perhaps Nigeria,
playing a tune of dismal melancholy,
awaiting the snowflakes to melt
upon your shoulders
as others all slumber in peace,
within their cozy comfy vaults
and
dreaming of what looks outside
like a storm,
as you traverse in real form.

"Hey let's go and hunt some deer!
on this early winter day
I've got a place not far from here
Let's go dad! What do you say?"

Sitting there he cleared his throat
"It seems," he said, "I'm catching cold
If they hear me cough it's all she wrote
We'll go before the year's too old"

Another week, the cough was worse
that damned cold wouldn't go away
I asked again, The" No "was terse
"We'll go again another day"

they were like mini dreams
run through the mill
ideals crushed
delicate

structured
disciplined

stood there with her
mittens flexing
her spine bent
back looking up
at the black looking
back down

"Think God's in?"

I could hear the sizzle
of the high test utility
lines

"I don't know honey, If
he is in he's probably
busy hustling up business
cause we need all them
angels now"

I may not have style,
And I may not have class,
I may not have money,
I hope with time that will pass,

I tell you this just so that you’ll know,
Just what you’re getting yourself into,
I am naught but a man,
But anything is what I’d do for you,

Now I can’t promise you a life of privilege,
Nor one devoid of pain,
Our lives will be full of hardship and toil,
And an ungodly amount of strain,