Poetry

• These Poems of Mine

  Few do dare follow them,

  These poems of mine.

   

  You’ll follow? –

  in shadows then,

   

  And mere shadows you’ll find.

   

  Perhaps it’d be best,

  To let yourself wander –

   

  To hide from this jester,

  Who’s spent his best number.

• The Boy Racer

  Speeding

  fast in my car

   

  As fast

  as it will go

   

  If I could speed

  any faster

   

  I’d still be

  driving

  too slow

   

  –––

   

  Don’t care

  what lies in

  the mirror

   

  Unfazed

  by what

  lies ahead

   

  Watched

  by many

  a camera

   

  Life’s great

  with a foot

  made of lead

   

  –––

   

  What’s that thing

  I just passed?

   

  I think a

  red traffic light?

   

  I’ll keep my foot

  on the gas

   

  And rush

   

  to the end

  of my life