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Poetry by Paul





Somebody

Friday night, unemployed

listening to Paul Simon

I scroll through my contact list

Almost desperate to hang out with somebody

but not just anybody

but all the not-just-anybodies

are busy tonight

I don't even have to call them to know that

So I consider the just-anybodies

looking for the least just anybody

of them all

to drink a beer, smoke a bowl

and just talk, just have

that companionship because its been

a long lonely day and

I need somebody

 


 

Miracle

 

For a brief moment today

we met, we communicated

we said everything in unspoken terms

and time stopped while

inertia rushed forward

I knew what happiness was

what joy was, what peace was, what communion

was

A moment later, time resumed

inertia ground to a

swirling halt

you looked out the window and said,

"It sure looks gloomy out there."

 


  Unrequited

I used to see you every day
aware of the shifting air molecules as you passed,
I knew the sound of your soft,
measured footfalls.
The honey-warm velvet resonance
of your voice vibrated my eardrums at that rarefied frequency.
When you stopped to talk to me,
I could never hold your gaze for long
because it was like looking
directly into the birth of the universe
The source of the sun
and everyone knows that if you stare
too long at the sun
you go blind










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