Poetry? 01 circa 1978-1980
An attempt to be lyrical. I suppose
Gary Dalton —
Contents
Introduction
This is from a page I found in an old notebook. Likely circa 1978-1980. I tried to record this verbatim from the handwritten text. Take from it what you will.
Anchored
Everyone trying to beat the clown
Each crowd flying higher than you
yet anchored to the bottom of me
Popular Grasp
A man tries to escape from the popular grasp
What he can’t see is he’s the fist
grabbing his own ass to do the task
Searching
Everyones looking for the One
Searching the world for the Man to change
He can’t be found neither here nor there
For the One to be, the Man to change
has lost his way on the changing wave
His mind has gone from there to here
That’s backwards! Now he’s nowhere
Fighting his way through the mighty trees
All he finds is that the trees are blades of grass
My god where am I! that’s his cry
Silence that’s all you hear and say
No one cares where the fool has gone
He’s been forgotten from all the searching
