You Almost Have to be a Drunkard

You almost have to be a drunkard

to be a poet.

Li Po was the greatest drunkard of renown.

He drowned leaning out of a boat

trying to embrace the moon reflected in the water.

How can I compete with adjectives and nouns?



Let Go

Let go all your disappointment.

Let go all your disillusionment.

Let go all your dissatisfaction.

Let go all your anger, your hurt, your fear.

I will love you, I shall be your sword and shield.

Never again shall you want. Never again shall you be alone.

Even unto death I will stand next to you, even after I am gone.

So, dance within the beech tree forest of your youth

Let go the song that was your heartfelt ruth.

For I will love you unto forever, forever, that is the truth.



I will meet you on the Bankovsky, where I wait on bended knees.

I will ask you for your hand in marriage, to serve you, as you please.

I will tell you, how I’ve searched all my life and traveled foreign seas.

I will whisper Ya tebya lyublyu, on the Bankovsky, where I wait on bended knees.