For One Trick Pony and Ariel
There's none to anything, you know.
The sun comes up, but really doesn't.
We are spinning, but not sick.
The whale emerges from the ocean
For a final glimpse of land,
Then dies. The puppy licks your
Face. We go to work to make
The money we must spend to
Get to work, and, while at work,
My only thought is, when can I
Come up to her? I'm not the
Sun. She spins and brightens.
Logically, we aren't lovers. Logic
Says we'll never be. Still, I am
Drawn to her like land. There
Is no sense to this.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-05-03 at 13:15
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What Must Be
Logic? No, there's none to this.There's none to anything, you know.
The sun comes up, but really doesn't.
We are spinning, but not sick.
The whale emerges from the ocean
For a final glimpse of land,
Then dies. The puppy licks your
Face. We go to work to make
The money we must spend to
Get to work, and, while at work,
My only thought is, when can I
Come up to her? I'm not the
Sun. She spins and brightens.
Logically, we aren't lovers. Logic
Says we'll never be. Still, I am
Drawn to her like land. There
Is no sense to this.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 68 times
Written on 2015-05-03 at 13:15
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