So Here I Sit

A Note: Here's an example of one of my manic, rambling, tongue-in-cheek poems. Really, there's probably 3 or 4 poems nestled into this one. It's silly, it changes subject, and at last it actually grows rather serious. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll buy the t-shirt! Ok, not really.

So here I sit, and write a bit. I hope the stuff I write ‘s not Bad karma leaking ever seeking an outlet. So here I sat, and scribbled that. Perhaps a crossroads is where I’m Attitude is never crude, it is the food of the present. To be straightforward, I’m backwards in reason To everything there is a Seasoning is the spice of life A close second to that would be strife A what? No, I’m too young to be wed I’d rather be back home in bed Must everything always be a vex? First comes love, and then comes Lots of pitfalls and dangerous traps And God doesn’t bless most of us with maps Truth be told, I’d rather shoot Pop bottles off of a picket fence empty change machines make little sense But as I’m rambling, fore and Henceforth let it be known to all I took Cinderella to that ball But she dumped me for Prince Charming, Which isn’t alarming, just somewhat disarming, As my four leaf clovers run out of luck, I can tell you I didn’t expect to Find true love immediately, But I thought if I went then maybe I’d see If she was an option, or I was to she, In the end, the loneliness ‘s left to me. Go away, I can’t see me today, For I’ve work that’s been long delayed, Visit tomorrow, that’s when my sorrow will end When life is complete, shall I call you friend? I am what I am and that’s all that I am, And if you like, you can say God Bless America, the home of the free, The land of the slaughtered, the tankard of pee, The all that’s for one in my one that’s for all, The air that escaped from a flat basketball, The ground that was paid for in money and blood, The man in a suit when you’re covered with mud, Those settlers who loved nature, so wild and so free, Who killed all the buffalo and chopped down the trees, Who drove out the Natives to make it their home, And sit on the same plot of dirt all alone When really, the earth is for Nature to own. But too much have I said, on behalf of the dead, The world is not green and the world is not red It’s far more blue than the other shades said But not quite so blue as the thoughts in my head. I love how you speak and I love how you are, The way that you make a sweet wish on a star, The hair that I play with and teases me on, The dreams and the wishes from dusk until dawn The way that you laugh and the way that you cry You steal all my breath and then cause me to sigh But how is that possible? I do wonder how We parted back then and yet part again now But not so much part as get distant and fade You say it won’t happen, you say that you’ve made A strong bond that won’t weaken, a friendship that lasts, You won’t let us stumble and slip through the past You’ll keep writing letters, you’ll keep calling in, Our friendship will strengthen, will never grow thin, Our souls are connected, as close as can be, Without getting too close and touching, you see. But I know that you’ll only get closer to him, Our star it will soften, will flicker and dim, I’ll be nice and quiet when at last it dies out, I won’t raise a ruckus, I won’t scream and shout, I’ll step in the shadows and quietly pale, But that doesn’t mean that I’ve lost and I’ve failed, It means you’ve moved on to far greater things than sun/moon/star necklaces and little snake rings you’re free and you’re happy, your life is complete, and that’s why I haven’t heard from you in twelve weeks I’ll be proud you’re successful, glad that you’re strong I know you’ll forget me, it won’t take too long And though I may miss you, and though I may sorrow, There’s more of today and there’s more of tomorrow And over the years I won’t be as sad As my memories fade of the times that we had Though I’ll likely regret all the memories lost Must it happen that way? Must it be my great cost? And somewhere, many ages and ages on, I will wonder what happened, and where you have gone, I will hope life was kind and rewarding for you, I will hope to have done all the best I could do When gray hairs have tumbled, when hinges all creak, When I’ve gotten more weary, more tired and weak When I’m older than dirt and the world knows it too I’ll look at our picture and smile at you And remember my first kiss so many days gone In the yellowing past by the lost victories won I’ll remember you fondly, dusty but sweet, On the morning when we had a breakfast to eat I’ll speak kindly of you when my life ‘s almost done In the last reaching rays of my long setting sun. Mark Burton Friday, June 15, 2001, 3:56 A.M.