THE CLOCK TICKS (POETRY)

                   Last weekend I did that dog sledding thing and although I enjoyed it very much I thought this weekend I would do something where I wasn't bruised and frightened.  So I went to a poetry reading.  

              That's pretty safe huh? 

              Well at least until someone starts reciting Leonard Cohen.

              I read a couple of poems I had written but also added this tidbit from the 1970s.  Probably the first thing I ever wrote.

              Funny.  It still seems relevent today. 

THE CLOCK TICKS

 There's still time to

 loose ten pounds

 buy a fancy car

 sip Chautreuse in a Paris bar

 But what of this? 

 The other day I opened a book

 to see my poem written word for word

 the exact same way

 it was in my head
 and strolling a gallery out of the rain

I saw a canvas I'd planned to paint

since April

On the bus home I fell in love

with a man who sighed  "I regret
 If only a while back we had met " 

 At the next stop he offered a hug 

 and went home to his wife

                   
Perhaps
 I am one second too late

 You have written my poems  

 and painted my scenes
 and loved my men

 Of what use is it to be thin? 


.....Chuckle