THUT THUT!

A poem.


THUT THUT!

There you lie.

THUT THUT!

You don't look like yourself you know.

THUT THUT!
THUT THUT!

I know you had a mother, a father. Perhaps
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you had a husband or a
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wife. Maybe
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a son, a daughter. Hope so. Don't want your kind to disappear.

Did you live near by? I wonder if it was up there on the hill.
Looks like a nice place. Did you leave anyone alone there or are you the last one?

THUT THUT!

I see the crows have come a little closer. Are they friends of yours? Were they
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here when it happened? I wonder if they sense what is about to occur.

THUT THUT!

Oh! I see the ants have arrived. Do they know what happened or do they live long enough to care?

THUT THUT!

I guess not. The sun is gone. It is beginning to rain.
Maybe it will have washed this scene before the sun rises again.
Or will the tires wear you away first.

I wonder what you were before you became another
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road kill.
THUT THUT!

© JCZ (1988-90)

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No Reply

A poem.

I got up early today and made you breakfast.

You weren't in bed so I knew you had crashed on the couch.

I called you from the kitchen.

When there was no reply...

I knew you were gone.

©JCZ  (1969-1971)

 

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Sad Man

A poem from the late sixties or early seventies. Most of my writings are from this period.

I know that all you can give me is your smile and the look in your eyes.

The wise man would take that look, your smile and be happy.

But what of me?

Do I become a wise man and enjoy only what you can give?

Or do I fret over that which I cannot have,

And become a sad man?

©JCZ

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Remember When

Occasionally I will present some writings from my past. Here is a piece I wrote in the late 60s or early 70s:

Remember When

Lying here listening to the tick of the clock,
I remember how we shared this bed.

The cracks in the ceiling are still there.
The neighbor's radio still blares in the night.

I heard that someone poisoned the cat
Who used to visit us early each morning.

The last rose you gave me slouches,
Wilting in the Chianti bottle on the card table.




You know...... I don't like taking showers alone.

© JCZ

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