October 04, 1994 poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

---

"Sometime Before Noon"

Last night the cards were on the table
A terrible hand from beneath a bleak fable.
You threw me the curve ball
it hit my heart hard
And now I have no feelings and I can't say a word.

My Pat, my sweet love, with your traumas and anger
Sometimes I feel lost and in imminent danger
You're right, I've gone mental, I live in your shadow
And I can't smile or hum the right tune.

All things go wrong if you want them to
I've always been destructive and I think 
you have been too!

And we collide with our attitudes, blame,
and regrets
Instead of opening arms and jumping in
to get wet.

I only wanted to be everything you
ever wanted
Not realizing that you didn't know what
you wanted.

 

1994

copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
ElectricPoetry
AllThingsMike