(NOT SO) BLOODY AWFUL POETRY
by Douglas R. Harrison
Along the Path (4-98)
The strobe light night sky
Guides me down the path.
Singing crickets
Hypnotize the night.
A dog, somewhere, barks
At the unknown.
The late train
Warns them not to be late.

In my footsteps
I hear nothing.
In the background
I hear nothing.
In my sight
I see nothing.
In my thoughts
I hear you.
I see you.
I feel you.
I want you.
Relief or Disbelief? (11-98)
I'm lying huddled
Under my heavy covers
With the smell of winter
Blowing in the window.

Wake up or go to sleep?
Begin my life without you
Or return to it once more?

I'm walking down
The long straight sidewalk
With my unshaven face
And dirty blue sweater.

From the distance,
Within my heart,
I hear you whispering,
"Everything will be OK."
And I sigh.
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