Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Curtains Up

Cool for the real show
Steady as a rock
Slipping through calendars
Picking my own lock

Seventy or eighty numbers
Stood surrounding me
No order I could cipher
Would make them really be

Some now will come soon
Again some voice will tell
Confusion has an ending
A beginning just as well

I do go slow, though
Faster in my brain
Cool for the real show
Starting over again

JM

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

finally "following" your poems. thanks

jec1958 said...

nice. i like it.

jerry said...

thank yyous

Unknown said...

Very nice. Vertical blinds