Straus Poem Infusion

Past Us:

Past the art museums

past the electric sharks

Somewhere at the beginning

but not at the start

We wander like vagabonds

over red, orange, green maps

We wander through legends

till our paths are etched back.

Poe Tries:

When did Poe try

to make us smile?

Contemporary lines,

walk a mile.

To Yeats, Briefly:

Teach me of gyre's father!

Teach me how to be a man..

I feel you know so much about life and love,

more than I can ever understand.

White Elephants: (soooo corny!)

Pouring words through a typewriter,

like a drowned man, in a terse room,

I wonder; a fathom of ways,

how to see my old love exhumed.

I could bring her flowers, and yet,

what pedal ever matched her smile?

I could write her poems, and still yet,

what poem could ever stay a while?

I could sing her songs, odes, ballards,

might a fuge mimick us in bed?

I could paint her (though not very well),

but who on hues is ever fed?

Oh what to make of a sad end,

and how to let one go although,

you may never see them again.

I have learned much of cant's, wont's,

enough to make me a little wise,

that goodbye is not good, nor bye.

Train Thoughts 1:

It's good to see the trees blossoming

makes me feel like someone

knows what they're doing,

since I sure don't.

We Are Going to Paris:

We are going to Paris

because I want to.

We are going to Paris

because of the small of your back.

We are going to Paris

so I can see the eiffle towre.

We are going to Paris

so I can walk next to the louvre.

We are going to Paris

because I wish to see a sunset.

We are going to Paris

because we are going nowhere.