“WHEN IT’S TOO MUCH TO BEAR!” a poem. Monday – 25 June 2018
When things’re too hard and things’re too bad,
What can you do with all of THAT SAD?
EXCEPT – simply CRATER!
And pray for quick death,
From a God-you-don’t-believe-in,
Or you can shoot up some “meth,”
Or take-cocaine – or-some-pot – or a bourbon-and-lime,
And go to The Bar – and tip Jeff a dime,
Or seek out some comfort – from “the gals in The Street,”
Who may be infected from their nose to their feet!
What can you do? CONFINE YOURSELF TIGHT?
And shield your house –
From fresh air and light!?
And get real pale? Watch lots of TV?
Maybe-glance-at-a-book, or read poetry by ME?
What-cha gonna do? When you’re nowhere in sight?
And you’ve lost-the-will-to-live: NO SENSES; NO MIGHT!
Well, I have-got an idea! (pause)
Let’s turn up the cooler – and climb into bed,
And kiss there and cuddle, until we’re both dead,
OR – maybe – in-our-state-of-lonesome-and-dread,
We’ll sing “a new song,” and we’ll peek out our head,
And all-things’ll-be-different! NO MORE THREATS, DRUGS & LORDS!
Just SMILING FRIENDS, who’ve taken their swords,
And their wisdom and wiles, they’ve traded for dirt,
Sex toys and sun dials – and you can-not-be-hurt,
And the sky’ll be vanilla, and there’s-no-room to-be-bored,
And our eyes are like children’s, and all worries have “shored,”
On a far-distant island, in a make believe ocean,
And our mantra’s “SHALOM,” with much honey and lotion!!
Well, IF you can conceive IT, it’s already here,
Nothing to fret about; nothing to fear,
Just holding hands, on a beach, with The Sun,
And I’ll kiss your sweet lips,
For OUR POEM, It is done! 🙂 – AND – just begun!!