Friday, April 13, 2007


I wrote this poem a long time ago, maybe 30 years. It rhymes.

Cat's Cradle: For Newt Honniker

I live in a cat's cradle murmurring lies
rock me to sleep as I feed on goodbyes
motion perpetual take me away
silent as morning comes bringing the day
faithlessly dreaming I sleep the day long
sunlight surrender to right nor to wrong
but trades for the moon and stars, absence of light
and breezes that carry me into the night
waking, I'm tangled and helpless and new
my cradle in ruins; my feelings untrue
so weave me another one
feed me a lie
capture me endlessly
murmur goodbye.

I loved that book.

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