I thought I knew my brother-in-law.
Holidays bring previously un-brought-together relatives together, and this Christmas was no exception. A chance remark from my otherwise staid, ordinary, nose-to-the-grindstone, stand-up brother-in-law made me realize he's a secret poet.
What a wonderful discovery :)
Here's his stuff:
Gray Rainy Day
What Am I Thinking
What do I think
I don't want to
I don't want to think
I'd rather do
What am I thinking
I really can't say
For some reason or other
It's running away
It hides inside
And won't come out
It hides inside
And rattles about
I don't know why
It won't come out
Can I have some peace and quiet?
-
I am so tired of hearing politics, just let me sit here alone for a
few minutes;
No bashing or criticizing.
Just let me sit here and hear nothing.
...
5 years ago
2 comments:
That was weird: to visit your web site and this is the first thing I see. You've got some interesting stuff, I'll be back.
You've stolen a march on Ezra Pound et al., I think, :)
I'm proud to tout my brother-in-law, whose "secret side" is such a neat discovery :)
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