Terence Winch Poems
- Social Security No one is safe. The streets are unsafe. even...
- The Irish Riviera I wish I could remember the names of these...
- Sleep Waltz Get old enough so you won't have much to ...
- My Friends They came here first in a car shaped like a ...
- Mission Statement When I die I promise to haunt all my ...
- Non-Possession Is One-Tenth Of... Do not travel over ...
- Mysteries All last night I kept speaking in this archaic ...
Terence Winch,originally from New York City, now lives in the Washington, DC, area. In the early '70s, he was one of DC's "Mass Transit" poets and was closely associated with the New York writers connected with the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church in lower Manhattan.
Winch, the son of Irish immigrants, has also been part of Irish-American cultural life, both as musician ... more »
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Comments about Terence Winch
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.
even in the safety zones, it's not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.
Even things you lock in a safe
are not safe. Never deposit anything
in a safety deposit box, because it
won't be safe there. Nobody is safe
at home during baseball games anymore.
At night I go around in the dark
locking everything, returning
a few minutes later
to make sure I locked
everything. It's not safe here.
It's not safe and they know it.
People get hurt using safety pins.
It was not always this way.
Long ago, everyone felt ...