Sunday, October 11, 2009

Poem

Journal Entry
by Frank Hill

can’t write.
nothing to say, I guess.

nostalgia
for so-called shallow joys –
first loves
rock n’ roll n’
bong hits.

the innocence I’ve known, as they say.

that first innocence
a mere longing long ago
for so-called simpler times-
family and home.

But
my father is a man,
my mother a woman.
not now nor never been
hero or villain.

lou reed said,
villains always blink their eyes… hoo!

the rest of us must tear up a lot.