Tick... Timeless poetry collectionSaturn (mythology)
"Martha, the clocks broken again. Martha!"
"Coming Mr. Saturn, you’re looking rather well today"
"Yeah, really because that's what they all say, 20 years ago I still had a full set of hair and my own gosh damn teeth"
"Come now Mr. Saturn, you’re in a great condition for your age"
"At least I outlived that wretched clock"
"But it was a gift from your wife"
"And time stole her from me too didn't it... Martha on second thought leave the clock broken.”
Heart through the ages
Let me not fritter away like love that hasn’t arrived
Away as the sands that through your hour glass spills
And bury what heart that hath in fact surely survived
Or gather in the gloom or in the sullen stills
The yearning youth of your bravest years and best me
For until then I as the antebellum shall remain
As the oceans lonely barrage and waves of the sea,
The memories of lost lover’s brush and day dreams pain
So forget my existence, fear me no more
than The reap of tomorrow and silvery curls
So quicken at the world and its plentiful store
And let the aging of sands be made into pearls
Let me not, held in contempt, be driven
I am the gift and you choose what is given
Time makes fools of us all
July 21 1969
To Julian Saturn
Dear Julian, the world is changing so quickly. It was not but yesterday that they launched the first manned rocket into space. As I write to you by now I am probably on board a ship crossing the Pacific. It’s hard how less than ten years ago the television was still a stream of electrical ink that would move with its own madness. How it’s already been 20 years since I was stationed in Guadalcanal and most of the men I would drink with into the early morn have hardened into cantankerous old men like myself and got hitched on a chance we’d never make it out. I miss those days; the simple times that brought people together, I may not have aged well or wised up to the new confounded contraptions of the world, but my life has been an adventure and I have reaped the fruits that I have sown.
Hope to see you soon
The boys of Guadalcanal
“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right? You had a bad day and everything changed. It wasn’t your choice though now was it. That little wall lurker that chimes back and forth, he’s the one that makes it all up as we go along. He calls the shots. Speaking of which would you like a glass?”
“Just shut up and kiss me!” she said
Trickled down her face.
“Don’t cry Julian” he said
The pain from her face
I’ll be back from Guadalcanal in a few weeks
we won’t be apart we will be
She smiles silently. By
The time you return