Funny how names 
always do that
they find the 
string of memory
and pull it 
and out come 
flashing little pictures 
and silly sounds 
taking me back 
sometimes way back 
and when over 
I quietly sit
and listen think
to the gone

In this hour 
on this day
I am reminded 
that once promise
which obviously now
remains glaringly unfulfilled 
and its absence 
hangs overhead like 
old stale smoke 
that once escaped 
from the mouths 
of liars only 
to remain hovering 
in the way

Once finished 
now found
this not
having been 
never surprises 
gap hole 
or crater
impossible to 
fill important 
to find 
cracks appear 
in veneer 
and fresco 
showing age 
and wisdom 

What I find 
have found and
continue to do 
is that people 
look for the 
easiest once hard
becomes a reality 
just like water
until it either 
pools or turns 
or freezes over 

Just jump 
if it’s 
going to 
hurt it’ll 
hurt when 
you land
oh but 
the flying 
is marvelous