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Hemingway Stands
Hemingway
Standing in the street,
In a blue thin striped shirt,
And short white shorts,
Hands in pockets,
Slightly balding,
Looking for a sign,
Waiting solemn.
To Be a Part or Apart
Stop Look Up
My father taught me
to
stop and look up,
To survey the stars,
Each night
before you close your eyes.
Missing
My friend I miss
The presence
Of your coexistence
In this world.
O to float free in those other realms ;
Only your echoes remain reverberating sweetly.
Sometimes late at night
I quietly sink
and drown my brother
in the passion of your word
strumming.
Naked
Naked we come into this world and
Naked we go out,
And In spite of all
Our coverings,
Little do we
Control or know
Of consequence,
Except with out a doubt
For our behaviour.
Did you Hear ?
Did you hear
Leonard Cohen died
His family, and his lovers
by his side.
Did you hear
Leonard Cohen died.
The music and the words won’t be quite
so gravelly
deep.
Did you hear
Leonard Cohen died.
Won’t be long before Irving and Abraham
Are by his side.
Did you hear
Leonard Cohen died,
Discarded mask
And costume that he wore,
To slip behind a curtain.
Did you hear
Leonard Cohen died.
A village and a nation sighed.
Did you hear
That last
First
soft breath open:
Go by brooks love
Where fish stare,
Go by brooks love
I will pass there.
Autumn Light
Autumn
Brings grey
clouds
Cool evenings
And a
golden light
Lessened and
Fading quickly
This Existence
This existence is enough
To make you insane
The Beauty of it
And the pain
Only the comfort
Of each other ….
Young Hemingway
Young Hemingway,
His new grown beard still black,
And rough,
Walks between
The cars
with an empty paper cup,
Acting tough,
And just before
he would
Have gotten paid,
He turns away,
And waves his arms
In circles to the sky,
Saying
Enough is enough.
