Monday, January 19, 2009

Innoscence




I was innoscent once.


A kind word for ignorance.


Too soon I forgot the fragrance


Of the fresh mown grass in the ball field.


Auroro borealis. Lying on my back at night,


Looking up at dancing lights and galaxies.




One day I began looking down.


Slumped with books and memories,


Scurrying crab like from class room to office,


In doors. Away from the sun and stars.




I do not know if ever I knew you.


I was such an idealist in a realist creation.


Counting kisses while others counted dollars.


It may have been a tease. We teased back then.




Before the politically correct killed laughter,


And stared as glass eyed fish,


Swimming in their own soiled waters.




Sometimes now I do look up


On days without the smog


And putrid stench of dying slogans,


I remember freedom.




Something the licensed can not recall.




Like making snow angels, auroro borealis,


And play.




1 comment:

Randy said...

JUST Great Writing.
Loved the flowing words.