(jann
c castor, october 17th, 1988
I
only live five minutes a day
when I write my
poems.
the
rest is just an interlude
intermission
hiatus
shirring experiences and insights
before the haverst betides
is my journey from one moment to another
How tiresome it
can become!
and
sometimes, between one sentence and another
there is one hundred years of solitude
or, if I am lucky
a minute of passion that bursts and then
scuttles away.
Oh,
women of my confessions!
I
take a kiss and give a methapore away
clasping in the arms
with the Universe.
Look! I
dressed you with another star!
My
grace and piety to you for your allowance!
Don't
ever stop your benevolence or I die!
No
prayers
no begging
I
want it all!
I
am a thief
stealing
a thought
and giving a thousandfold back.
like
my childhood heroes
Robin Hood and Zorro
or Wilhelm Tell.
I will
rob you if you come my way
and kiss you again
Oh,
my Universe.
Be where you are.
Go where you need to go.
Stay if this is
your desire.
copyright Jann C. Castor
© 1998,WGA
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