Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Bookmark

She said i always had my nose
buried in a book,
but everything we ever had
blew off in some chinook,
i never really had a chance
but i tried to make it work,
so reading books was better
than running off berserk,
reading ancient British poets
crying from the murk

of unrequited love that failed
and sadness where they lurk . . .

1972
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