I. <br />When did my thirst for anything <br />Beautiful, collapse <br />Turn dry and cynical? <br /> <br />The muse <br />With the pool-blue painted eyes <br />Has asked me <br />For one more poem. <br /> <br />I have none <br />To offer <br />Nothing comes <br />No meter no rhyme <br />No hope. <br /> <br />II. <br />You <br />Begin to lose hope when <br />You <br />Discover that <br />Pearls are nothing more than sand and oyster spit <br />The elixer of life is just his blood and your d.n.a. <br />And nothing more. <br /> <br />Hey, God <br />Will not appear just because <br />You have faith today.And <br />Your chimney wasn't <br />Big enough for Santa to slide <br />Down. Daddy locked <br />All the doors on Christmas Eve. <br />What was delivered could <br />Be taken back if we kept the tag. <br /> <br />III. <br />But still <br />A hobo's life is a prayer we do not see. <br />Cardinals sing at 5: 00 a.m. after <br />They wash there faces and comb their hair. <br /> <br />Jesus still appears on potato chips <br />And dies for your sins <br />On cross-melted cheese curls. <br /> <br />Your old ugly face still gets <br />Kind smiles from nymphs <br />Mailing letters out of cars <br />While you are waiting for the dog to do <br />His business with a bag in your hand. <br /> <br />Flowers still bloom in the oddest places <br />Just for the hell of it. <br />The young can still charm, <br />The wine can still be red and good <br />And: <br />The muse, <br />With the pool -blue painted eyes <br />That asked you for another poem, <br />Can still motivate you to write <br />A poem like this. <br />So it's somewhere over the rainbow, <br />And good-night Judy Garland <br />Wherever you may be, <br />Wherever you may be!<br /><br />r james sterzinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-happy-little-bluebirds-fly-for-j-and-s-and-alexi-too/
