HOPE

I can take the material things of my life
To the dump in just one run
I can end my unnecessary Life
Without procuring a gun

What's the use in continuing to write ?
So much better are my predecessors
What's the use in looking for Love ?
I've seen the dead and bloated
Of this Third Dimensional Inferno

I live in modern times
There are no cattle rustlers
The types of thieves these days
Are emotion hustlers

Still, young boys love young girls
Some men bring home to their wives
A poem, some flowers, or a pearl
But to see a child playing in the wind
Gives me HOPE eternal


Kaua'i. 1999