why do they hide?

        

    it's been a long winter

    where are all the poets gone?

    supposedly there is God

    in every and each of us

    is God dormant like a bear?

    it's been a long winter

    you hear only pro-s

    they write well  like this:



        She was a real lady

        She was no whore

        I gave it to her good

        She begged for more

        

    why are all the poets dormant?

    only pro-s are awake

    they sing like this:



        My sad blue eyes got a 1st class ticket

        And are going away from my

        Girl, on this silver jet

        I fasten my seat belt and cry

        I can't live without my girl

        I have to get her back

        But the silver jet takes

        My sad blue eyes away from her











Wlodzimierz Holsztynski ©

      1989-12-14/15