Tuesday, October 21, 2008

poetry...alive...and well...

This is a new poem. I might read it Thurs. night. I might not.

Weary Man Thoughts

The lines on my face are faint
But they grow deeper each day
The hair on my head can’t wait
To fall out and turn gray

Hours drift into days real easy
Bad news eclipses the good
Some lovers love quiet and breezy
Some hearts break harder then they should

Luckily I know a great woman
Who will put a blanket on my bed
At the end when I go down dyin’
But for now she keeps me satisfied and fed

1 comment:

Chris S said...

Jeepers, Jeff, you are a surly bastard! But seriously, and I do mean seriously, it's great to see some new work from you. I liked the line about the great woman putting a blanket on your bed.