I’m quite giddy.
I’m seeing Coldplay tonight at Mohegan Sun
With my lovely girl E.
The tickets were a birthday present
For when I turned twenty-three.
I’ll file a review tomorrow,
After my class at three.
Maybe I’ll “take a picture
Of something I see.”
Published on
November 17, 2005 in
ego and poetry.
white ladders to blue skies
white lies to red sides
white light in bright eyes
white flags on the rise
Published on
March 22, 2002 in
poetry.
WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.