[Begins in interruption...]
Begins in interruption:
an ambulance bell at the center
. . .

Several Altitudes of Not Talking
You are part of other people but not
like them. You live in a little wooden box
and wake up with your face . . .

Today there has been so much talk of things exploding
into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we
all run outside into the hot streets . . .

My mother the hard *****
Chinese woman 23 years
in this country . . .

In a fish cleaning station near the equator,
off the coast of Africa, summer stretches
over the barracudas, their long mirrored-chrome . . .

On our dining table, every dish is a dime-store pattern:
blue dandelions, red nasturtiums, the entire stack,
a small legacy won in a 1959 coin toss . . .

Poetry loves me
I live with poetry
We take a shower together
We eat together
We sleep together and we go to school together she loves me and I love her too we chat we live together
We read together
I love poetry
We live together

     The end of poetry

I love tv
My love tv
She loves me
And I love her
We go to school
Together we sleep
We bathed together
We walked together to school
we love us

Hugging my soft pillow
As I gather my lost shattered thoughts
I reach for my pen
My best friend.. My old fellow

How much I turn to you my pen? !
Cause you're the only one
who knows me deeply from within
You're always there for me
through thick & thin!
And when I was only ten
you were patient with my silly childish dreams
Like dreaming of being a princess in a legend!
Or becoming a beautiful queen!
You were patient enough with my wierd stupid questions
Like why the sky is blue & not green? !
And when I turned 18
Still I'm holding on you
I'm still so keen
For you're the truest friend I've ever seen!

You slways listen & listen & listen
When no one else seams to be there
You're always there
When all other people just don't care
And my most special thoughts
with me you share

Even the hard feelings
You make me spit it all out of my chest
You take that burdden
And make me always relax & rest

I turn to you
When I'm so weak
For you're the only one who understands me
When I really feeL like I can't speak

You're the only one
Who could read my speechless mind
I turn to you
When all the world is against me and not on my side
You know my every secret
For with you there is nothing to hide
Cause I know my secrets you won't reveal
You put my feelings into words
For you know what I exactly feel

You help me to be what I want
You always encourage me
You never tell me ' YOU CAN'T '

I dreamed to be a poet
And on this moment
I want to thank you
For you're the one

Who let me notice my talent!

9 January 2001

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The Heart Of A Friend

There is a place inside us all
Where we can go to hide
From all the bad we've ever done
And from our injured pride

This place is called the heart
The only place we can confide
When we feel hurt and alone
We choose to keep our thoughts inside

It does little good, though
To go it alone in the end
If you look hard enough, however
You'll find comfort in the heart of a friend

It is the kindness of others
That brings forth the best in us
We learn many different things
How to love, share, and trust

As we continuously move forward
Time will heal all wounds, they say
Helping mend our broken hearts
Every day is brighter, we pray

You see my friend, have no fear
For you are never truly alone
Do not despair in times of hardship
You have the heart of a friend to call home

The mole is blind, and under ground,
Snug as a nest her home is found;
She dwells secure,nor dreams of sight
What need of eyes where all is night!

The eagle proudly soars on high,
Bright as the sunbeams is his eye
To lofty rocks he wings his way,
And sits amid the blaze of day.

The mole needs not the eagles eye,
Unless she had his wings to fly
The light of the day no joy would give,
If under ground she still must live.

And sad 't would for the eagle be,
If like the mole,he could not see,
Unless you took his wings away,
And shut him from the hope of day

But both live happy in their way
One loves the night and one the day
And god formed each,and formed their sphere,
A d thus his goodness doth appear

Henrietta snetter knit a sweater in the night,
In a nutty, neat, and novel sort of way,
For she knit it from a sheep
That she counted in her sleep,
And she wore it when she rose to greet the day

The neighbors are not fond of me,
I've little doubt of that,
For when I near their door,I see
They hide the WELCOME mat.

The cuckoo in our clock
Was wedded to an octopus,
She laid a single wooden egg,
And hatched a cuckoocloctopus.

I'd never dine on dinosaurs,
They can't be good to eat,
For all they got are lots of bones,
And not a bit of meat.

Something silky, scarily there,
Ghostly and diaphanous,
Stole our socks and underwear,
And had a ghastly laugh on us.

Miraculous Mortimer ( master magician)
Has sawn his assistant in two.
He can't recall how to reverse her condition
Has anyone here any glue?

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell on earth I know not where...
And the song from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Come see the thing that dad has caught
Oh, yuck!. . . Don't even bother,
It is not dead as dad had thought,
And we are minus father.

Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
She fed them very well
On angel cakes and raisin flakes and acorns in a shell.

Her furry crowd patrolled,meowed
About her tiny house,
Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
To catch a single mouse.

There's no one mean as mean Maxine,
She smells like old cigars,
her brain is smaller than a bean,
I wish she'd move to mars.

Some day I'll list the things I hate,
And that is where I'll list her,
I'd like pack her in a crate
Too bad Maxine's my sister.

You need to have an iron rear
To sit upon a cactus,
Or otherwise,at least a year
A very painful practice