Monday, March 14, 2011

Can't believe


I can't believe its so late
in my life.
I can't believe a child of mine
can join the Marines
The coldness of a choice and the need to let go
I can't believe
how many dead people reside in my Rolodex, waiting for my eye
to bring them back
just a name to slide by, brings color, scent
a little house,
a painting a church a veteran
That mechanic, he died on a death march some fifty years ago
he was my son too.
Mixed
oh mixed
I am all tangled with dead people
I don't know why I should stay here anymore.

5 Comments:

Blogger the walking man said...

The only reason I stay here anymore is to piss them off who wish me gone. Life still holds some pleasure.

3/15/11, 1:23 AM  
Blogger Echo said...

Excellent reason walking man.

Why can't I see your blog anymore?

3/15/11, 8:38 AM  
Blogger weatherman said...

Liked it. Sincerely..

3/16/11, 5:20 AM  
Blogger the walking man said...

dunno try here TWM

3/16/11, 5:46 AM  
Blogger Ash said...

Beautiful! Thanks for visiting my blog.

3/18/11, 2:38 AM  

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