Grateful acknowledgment is made to TRIBES
(NYC) which first published this poem.
from the collection WHERE IS THE FALSE PIANO?
Nothing’s Lost But Storm
I’ve made a fool of myself
I’ve lost a fool of myself
I’ve lost a fool of yours
I’m lost, a fool of yours
I’m not a fool of yours
I’m not a wall of yours
I’m lifting a wall of yours
I’m lifting a wall of always
I’m forgetting a wall of always
Sing, forgetting a wall of always
Sing, displacing a wall of always
Sing, displacing a wall of memory
Sing beyond a wall of memory
Wonder beyond a wall of memory
Wonder beyond every wall of memory
Wonder beyond every storm of memory
Tomorrow’s beyond every storm of memory
Tomorrow’s begging every storm of memory
Tomorrow’s begging every storm for memory
Tomorrow’s searching every storm for memory
Tomorrow’s lost every storm for memory
Tomorrow’s lost, every storm is memory
Nothing’s lost, every storm is memory
Nothing’s lost every storm for memory
Nothing’s lost any storm for memory
Nothing’s lost but storm for memory
Nothing’s lost but storm over memory
Nothing’s lost, but think over memory
Nothing’s lost but wallowing over memory
Someone’s lost but wallowing over memory
Someone’s lost and wallowing over memory
Someone’s lost and wallowing over amnesia
Someone’s well and wallowing over amnesia
Someone’s well, no wallowing over amnesia
Someone’s well, no fools over amnesia
Someone’s well, no fools, no amnesia
Oh well, no fools, no amnesia
Oh well, no fools, no fun