posted by Daniel at 6:25 AM
Ah, my shadowy figure, you read my E-Verse. Thank you. Just placed these two in a magazine:Church StreetErnest HilbertMy friends quietly dropped out of high school.It seemed each week we had parties for some guyGoing into jail or getting released. It’s not that anyone thought this was cool,Only good wishes that the time would fly,And after twenty beers all his fears might cease.Now that I look back, with no emotion,We needed parties. We liked company.We hardly needed a reason at all:Never sweet-sixteen or graduation,But funeral, fresh hitch in the army,Baby soon for the sad girl in the hall.We’d vent, catch any reason to not grieve,Revel down days torn from the years we’d leave.A Sad Last Number for the Gentlemen at the TavernErnest HilbertThis one is for all the aging fuck-ups,The guys who can’t get their shit in one bag,Can’t find a job much less get there on time.They struggle to grind tires out of deep ruts,But they slide back in. They will always lagIn the long race, skid down while others climb.There are, as a rule, women, kids, and petsWho learn not to depend on them so much,Who go on with their lives, nurse their grudges.What keeps these men from growing up? What getsDropped behind them? Something must make them flinch From life’s harsh contours, its many judges:As if they prefer to remain children,More loved, and more easily forgiven.
Oh Yeah?http://scaa.usask.ca/gallery/art/artists-fafard.htmlThird picture in the middle of the page.
A beautiful sentiment indeed, yet a seductive falsehood. have a look...
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