The Poetry Of..
Hal Lorin............................................................
What I Didn't Know
What I didn't understand in earlier seasons
Before the blossoming of remorse
Was that the sun on her young skin
Should be enough to make me happy
As also the light in her hair.
What I didn't know in previous moments
Before the harvesting of despair
Was that the depth of her dark eyes
Should be sufficient
As should be the promise in her laugh.
What I didn't comprehend
Would be of no use now
Her skin is no more smooth
And there is very little laughter
Tracks
That February I sat the car across the tracks
Near the small antique shop by the graves
By the frozen stream sleeping near the road
I do not know what I was doing
I knew there was to be no train.
I was there again in April
By the stream coursing past the road
And thought if there would be a train
You would be free of me
What would end were words and recollections
That time did not make real.
Promises we did not keep because
We didn't understand them.
But when I heard the bell and saw a train
I knew I wished to see another cormorants in the bay.
But I have seen it now
All is complete.
And in this quiet white winter
I will go to the border.
It would soon be summer again
And you would decide what you had wished of us
And stretch out your body on the bed.
Bipeds
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~Anthropologists believe our brain is due to the upright position.
With nothing special in their heads
Our forefathers became bipeds.
Descending their ancestral tree
Almost absent-mindedly.
Once down they lacked the energy
To climb back up that homey tree
And, not particularly bright
Just decided to walk upright.
Living well in this vale of tears
Requires something between the ears.
To gather all those upscale foods
Leads to family structure and swings in moods.
We needed language to explain
How to trap bisons in open terrain
We needed symbols to describe
Who is the boss of the local tribe
But the base of our attractiveness
Is clearly our massive G. Maximus
Which lets you run fast without falling
When a wild boar finds you enthralling.
(continued)
This seat of intellect's appalling
And to some humanists deeply galling
Because all of this essentially means
We were destined for designer jeans.
All of our social complexity
Comes because our hands are free.
Otherwise we'd have no need for public schools
Or domed Olympic swimming pools.
So The Fall was just down from a tree
By a creature of doubtful ability.
And it all has to do with walking on two
Which we started to do without a clue.
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