Love? (To: J.G.)

We had something special,
my J.G. and I.
Best buddies for years,
with a hint of romance.
Then the day came,
with that dreadful call.
"Hey hon! Guess what, I got engaged!"
"That's wonderful, hon. I'm really happy."
I lied to him,
I was crying inside.
For the love that I thought had a chance to spark a flame
even though distance keeps us apart,
has now been stomped out by the cruel feet
of 1700 miles.

1990

Untitled

The rain begins again and I am not surprised.
The depression comes continually,
following me through my days.
I feel as if I could never be happy.
As a child,
I held my dreams close because there were many.
Now I hold them close,
because they are few and far between.
I had a love once,
but he is gone and will never return.
That is why my dreams have ended,
never to return,
just like the love I once knew.

1990

Ode to My Socks

They aren't very pretty,
and they're falling apart.
The little leather reindeer are coming unsewn.
The colors don't go well together,
but fiver colors seldome do,
and the music box is
running
out of sound.
The little light for Rudolph's nose is
slowly
dying
out.
But every Christmas Eve,
no matter what,
I wear them quite faithfully -

My cute, little, musical socks.

1990

Ice Cream Man

I was the seller.
My big wheel,
overturned in the driveway,
was the maker.
Holding the pedal I spun the front wheel calling
"Ice cream! Ice cream for sale!"

The others would come,
invisible money in their hands.
Chocolate was a popular choice.

We would play all day long,
Trading off as
The Ice Cream Man,
But being "behind the wheel" was always
more fun for me.

1990

Forgotten

The soldiers leave,
the ground filled with foxholes
and ditches from the
land mines.
The sandbags still lay
where they were
strategically placed
only days before.
And on the ground,
next to a foxhole,
Lies the shell of a bullet.
A weapon whose insides
were used to
kill
one time,
Which now lies empty and forgotten,
Like the names of those it
may
have
killed.

5/1/1990

You Jerk (To: J.R.K.)

Yeah, you're a nice guy.
You've been fun to talk to,
but first impressions me a lot;
at least to me, they do.

Stoned.

Don't lie cuz my nose ain't painted on.
I was at my best friend's house,
anxiously awaiting the arrival of the sweet guy
I'd been talking to for all of those hours.
Instead, that guy checked his sweetness at the door,
and you arrived instead.

Yippee.

I understand that you're shy,
and maybe had problems meeting me,
but you showed up stoned.
The sunglasses couldn't hide it either,
dearie.
Thanks a lot, it's been fun.
It's all over now.
Goodbye.

3/23/1990

Anticipation

Somewhere in the night
I hear you call my name.
I awake, only to find
that I am alone.
You are gone, so far away.
I miss you
and anticipate your return.

2/7/1990