forlorn

-Forlorn 10/05/02 I wrote this on a flight from Albuquerque to Oakland. Best mexican food (or new
mexican food) in my many travels... Sadie's. 4th street, Albuquerque, NM.

Forlorn

Both arrogance and ignorance aside
and un-returned devotion notwithstanding,
I bow before you now devoid of pride
(apparently) but not without demanding

a measure of consistency from you
an evenness, a firmness to your scorn
when daily, with a vengeance, you renew
the attitude that's killing me. Forlorn!

Now there's a word of substance and abuse
a dismal mix of fear and consternation
that SO applies to me. What is the use...
but wait, let's look again at my contention...

a crack has formed in your facade of late
There's hope! You're inconsistent in your hate.

Little

Little hands are making messes.
Little voices making noise.
Dirty shirts and dirty dresses.
Little fingers breaking toys.

Papa pay us some attention.
Little patience from the start.
Papa, don't forget to mention,
Little hands that hold your heart.

~ © Copyright 2001 By: W.D.Neighbors ~