Whoops I am drinking
Now that that’s out
Of the way allow
Me to say this
Life and love hurts
It really really does
Some idiots do choose
To shoulder through it
Like a fullback protecting
The ball plowing through
Me well I drink
It gives me courage
To say what I
Think I think so
Many things and none
Of them have voice
I sometimes wonder what
What if we all
All did just this
This giving the voice
Voice to our thoughts
Thoughts that might change
Change how we do
Do all these things
This morning’s sky
Reminds me of
My uncle’s cigar
Many years ago
In Port Washington
Hanging there against
The backdrop of
His thin beard
The center glowed
Crimson almost winking
Surrounded by gray
Ash it hung
There then gone
Between his laughter
There then gone
Between the clouds
Soon to be
All but ash
As he stubbed
It out like
The sunrise does
To the dawn
Love is like fetch
With a new toy
Sometimes it’s even like
A note in a
Bottle written kidnapped and
Tossed hopefully into sea
Wishing that whomever finds
It will be tickled
But love’s really like
A falling coconut if
You’re not under the
Palm it’ll be missed
But if you’re under
Oh if you’re under
Then you’ll be under
Forever you will be
He meant everything
At least the
Everything I had
When I offered
He stayed awhile
Maybe too long
For sometimes our
Love like milk
Sours and curdles
Becoming anything but
Recognizable to anyone
Sometimes in life
You find someone
Or they you
As time goes
You may lose
Them again as
Easily as found
But one thing
That brings about
Is the chance
Of finding again
If not them
Then the memory
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 