Wednesday, February 25, 2009

G San by Ian Lowry

Old man
...sipping Green Tea...
...soaking in the mellow yellow light
of the afternoon sun
..will his life story soon be done?

...a story of battles lost and won,
of first true love and
long lost son...
tell me of Mt. Fuji, dear retired shogun,
of bitter heart ache and joyous fun?

Out time together is over.

A teardrop down your face, does run...
the evening moonlight we both must shun?

Kind Old Man
...rest your eyelids and withered hands...
your dreams sans Geisha Girls with crimson fans;
soft fingers caressing distant lands---memories of
the ancient times of old Japan.

Out time together is over.

Marriage Vows (re-visited during a time of economic hardship) By Mrs. Plonk

I can tell you don’t really like me.
I can tell by your signs.
The sound of your voice, irritated with me.
I say all the wrong things.
Yeah.
You really do hate me. I hear the seethed tonal inflections.
...Any other Nobody in your gym,
...You wouldn’t pay the time of day.
Gotohellyouuntrainedunembarrassedflabbybrokeasshole?
What I don’t know.
What I haven’t learned.
What a liability?
Will I ever become?
I know, that’s a question for you.
I honor you.
My friend’s say that’s my problem; that I hold you, a pedestal,
My pistol that could
Blow my brains out
At any moment
Or minute.
Depending on my self reliance.
I am torn, worn, sojourn…without
That original friendship.
That---you'll never let it Re-Happen Friendship.
That, come with me, let’s build, Friendship,
Sure Akinship?
That---your life doesn’t matter, my life doesn’t matter;
Our lives as a team, matters...
…let’s forge ahead and build together?
We may be the only two who believe in this thing.
Let’s make it happen.
Maybe---we---the only two souls in the entire universe who see this potential?
Maybe it’s crazy; but it’s…me. Me here.
…just me.
And suddenly---by your body language--- it doesn’t really matter for you?
Or does it? Are you hiding it? Again?
I still believe in you.
I do.
I asked you not to change.
I think you changed on me Man.