Let Love Go On

“I cannot see beyond the front door.  My love is always within reach of it.  And, after many celebrations and miscommunications.  It is with her that I know I belong.”

imageedit_3_7300756912

LET it go on; let the love of this hour be poured out till all the answers are made, the last dollar spent and the last blood gone.

Time runs with an ax and a hammer, time slides down the hallways with a pass-key and a master-key, and time gets by, time wins.

Let the love of this hour go on; let all the oaths and children and people of this love be clean as a washed stone under a waterfall in the sun.

Time is a young man with ballplayer legs, time runs a winning race against life and the clocks, time tickles with rust and spots.

Let love go on; the heartbeats are measured out with a measuring glass, so many apiece to gamble with, to use and spend and reckon; let love go on. 

Let Love Go On

Carl Sandburg

 

Blunts of Conformity

My town is saw dust pasted with Elmer’s glue…

It is a bitter-root.

All hung from a broken clothes line.

Then eagerly wrapped in a metal song.

To locate it?

Extend a dampened index finger to the air.

A gentle breeze of dirty diaper and bargain store candy…

will point you there.

Simple abstracts of a pool melting with bleach blonde hair.

But of course, there is a Central avenue heading toward mediocrity.

Travelers among the cracks in pavement unearthing blunts of conformity.

My town regulates in a rash of red radish blemishes.

And, cankers living amid infected sores.

My town did not ask for me.

Nor, I for it.

However, we both tow the line with similar peculiarities.

 

franklin high 2franklin high 1franklin high 4franklin high 5