More bad verse!

I am not particularly proud of these poems written sometime in 1969 - 70.

In Desperation

dying embers

of a super nova

that cracked up a billion years ago

do not warm up

the cold loneliness

of my days

and the sun

never rises

in the empire

of my heart

after i realized

that the experts

have written the program

with my blood

and without you.

The Absurd

Essence

existence

and the absurdity

in between

  

if zero

 is nothing

what then

is infinity

to live

and not

to know

is not to live

let me live

and commit

suicide

not murder