A friend of mine, <br />just had a Christmas Premonition. <br />His Auntie saw him drowning in the sea. <br />The woman now observes it only was a dream, <br />a premonition does oblige that you may be <br />responsible for future intermissions <br />within your life, let off some badly pent-up steam? <br />Do I believe in thoughts that float on rising air, <br />in pointing to the end of life of friends. <br />Or do I join the hordes of those who do not care <br />and just ignore whenever anything so awfully descends <br />upon my present comfort zone of lies? <br />Perhaps I'll take the route of Dali Llama, <br />he said whatever happens, happens, (close your eyes) . <br />A premonition was what came to me one day, <br />it had disguised its body - didn't know itself! <br />but gained respect at once from all the pre-survivors, <br />and kept on pointing at the clock, so close to twelve. <br />I let it die the death that's due these rude false prophets, <br />we let it shrivel up and turn to dust again. <br />I think I might just go and pay a lengthy visit <br />to my own childhood where we said 'tomorrow then, <br />if God decides to wake us infidels just one more time, <br />we'll worship him and Jesus Christus even more, <br />yet live to worry whether reason or godalmighty rhyme <br />applies to premonitions and who'd keep the goddamn final score.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/premonitions/
