This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-10-09 16:34:25 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Not even I know!

They preened, they bobbed Not in unison – minds of their own unlike The direction they all faced. The same way. Into the wind barely perceptible.  White breasts a marker for the arrows Thousands of them Mostly silent but for an occasional squawk Imagine the shit they leave behind Hidden by the depth of the ocean Hidden by laws Which one of you is Jonathon? I mused.  My morning solitude not even interrupted By the crashing of waves The tide was out I kept thinking I am as irreverent as they (are) My mind is in free fall Without a parachute I should be saying prayers Are non believers entitled to pray? Like it’s my decision, and I really don’t care I want to save the world But it’s gone to hell  Part the clouds God Part the clouds Come; give us what we pray for Peace, love, understanding We are your children …do you hear? Do you see? Words falling on deaf poets ears I could say they don’t give a tinker’s damn They just fart and belch And go on their ways OMG I am rambling Hello Rose Is this the beginning? Or the end? Hello…hello…I can’t hear you Give me a sign Any sign Just let me know                                  Just let me know Before they put that needle In my arm

Copyright © October 2005 arnie s WACHMAN

Additional Notes:
The title is very apt. I don't know myself why I wrote certain lines. Do you? This was almost like a free wheeling metaphysical experience which "should" appeal to some. Others would say, Phooey! and that's okay too.


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