i cannot look
to long faced lines
of woe or wit
or solemn etudes
humming moods of
woo or call your name
as the rock
mouthed pessimist
i stand to draw
to me the gloom
of life and speak
so cynically of
happiness and youth
i slash at what
to me is thickwit
feeble lives
portrayed in work
and calling out
for help
that is not wanted
bottled up inside
without the benefit
of seeing what
i look for
shines frustration
like alone
without a book
i seem to miss you
of thinking why
to work or not –
to be the driving force
or not the source of energy
inertial stage remains intact
until upon it acts
an outside force
an independent source – it
will move
then and only then
and never gains momentum
the bus disquiets him
awfully
or she got on
past the museums
almost to
georgetown
formerly of the
latter
scholastic deviation
he said so grand
on three-zero (to
friendship heights)
she sat and
bounced
her way to r
he bought some
cigarettes at
safeway
they walked alone
on
separate sidewalks
so distinct from
traffic so
unassuming