Listen to
thy heart 
and silence 
the mind
hear its 
quiet whisper 
beckoning you 
to go 
for here
belongs to 
the mind
and where 
there is 
so is
the heart 

I have always 
stuck up for 
the little guys 
and the underdogs 
taken it on
the chin and 
the rubber parts 
yeah I’ve been 
brought to knee
but I have 
never taken one 
I always say
if they’re going 
to start something 
then they’d better 
finish it because 
I will get 
up feet under 
me and finish 
things by myself 
maybe not now 
and likely later 
but the trash
will be removed 

It’s not that 
I thought I
might but then 
it’s just that 
back and forth 
like some saw
making its way 
through a tree
blisters now too
from holding on
maybe I should 
just let go 
leave the wood 
and you behind 

Oh I wonder 
best left not 
leave it be 
and then me
to my devices 
I do miss 
no longer yearn
or even long 
for that place 
known as yours 
is no more 
just covered up 
by doily or 
sheet and shut
behind the door 

Pass having been 
passed now past
such are stops 
on the trolley 
line of love 
each little one 
finds shops and 
souvenirs and trinkets 
nothing really necessary 
and quickly forgotten 
once the bud
becomes the bloom
became the vine 
and the fall 
of disappointments wind
blows it away