October 17, 1974
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
The White Horse
You can spur your throngs to join in the singing
You can tell the multitudes lies
You can remember your sundayschool choirbooks
And sing loud of how the world dies.
I can live as I have for a decade
I can father the seeds of my death
If I could live up to my own philosophies
I'd know why the Lord gave me breath.
Into our hopes rides oblivion
That's what we've known all along
And If I could cry like I used to
Then maybe I'd join in your song.
Visions of sexual playgrounds,
And people who stare but don't see
People who like you but never know you
These people will always haunt me.
And if by some chance we were friends once
And I gave you cause for concern
You'll remember and then you'll forget me
That's okay, cause you've nothing to learn.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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