the hobbler

i saw a new poet
best i dont say her name
she posted 40 poems
and not a comment to her fame.
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The relativity of time -
It changes everything
in your mind.
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Who said, 'love lasts forever'
forever was a fool,
for love did me in,
love killed me good!
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I took her home,
she died today,
after doctors gave up hope.
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i see a new poet 
best i dont say her name
she's posting 40 poems 
and not a comment to her fame.
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Noble Kings have reigned.

Great Pharos have ruled.
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March of 2007,
and I'm posting poems -
Good poems! the best I've ever written! .
They're exploding into my head faster than jet puffed popcorn in my microwave
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Oh Yes, I'm a bonfide hobbler! , born and bred
on the concrete streets of the Bronx,
jogging my way into oblivion, jogging my way to no knee joints.
I jogged and i jogged and i jogged
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When i was a child going to school,
I couldn't wait until the weekend would come
but once it arrived, it was the next weekend
I yearned for and after that it was summer and then christmas
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I remember her.

So very long ago,
I loved her.
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Between shadow and light,
By the bone white of moon,
In cemetery meadows
of melancholy gloom
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Each hole
has taken a piece of my soul.
irreversible
and irreperrible
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In an old cemetery
by the sea,
I buried my father
then they buried me,
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Buried, beneath the ground so deep
no soul on earth can find,
I buried the only woman I loved
in her grave and in my mind.
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All those years, she baked us cookies, made us candies, gave us sweets!
Every night- she tucked me in-
she put her memories in my dreams!
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If only, i could dream of heaven
.
If only, I could see His splender
.
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There are no lessons left in life.
It soon will be my turn to die

There are no prayers left to learn.
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There is no hope in hell my friend,
You can scream until you're deaf.
But God will never hear you
and the devil knows you're dead
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4 walls, a ceiling, and a covered window instead of bars - my nursing home cage.
....and I can hear it!  
on and on it plays, over and over again! a relentless high pitched, synthetic, flute - like muzak pumped in over the nursing home speakers! - the sound of a bird attacked by a rodent! .
.and it keeps on playing playing, playing,
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