Kentucky Interim (standard:poetry, 302 words)
Author: Finn McKool	Added: Apr 23 2003	Views/Reads: 3296/2193	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Another blast from my past for a woman I hurt loong ago. I wonder how much of my past you people could discern from these works and their preambles, and my other website Diaryland.com?

Prayer in the Interim 

These days hang heavy 

In that February way 

In that Kentucky interim 

When the skies are gray 

Twixt winter and spring 

And things have gone astray. 

It's the funeral season 

Times are hard and wallets thin 

The cycles's notch where 

It's all gone wrong again 

And all that I do and don't 

Seems a grievous sin 

There's word of failed peace 

Fom the Middle East 

Madmen with nuclear swords 

Sway them half unsheathed 

And the gas prices here 

Have seen no relief. 

My own accounts here 

Are barely in the black 

I may drive to work today 

But I'll be walking back 

And all I've done today 

Is smoke and pour the Jack. 

But I have you 

You are the ace that's 

Tucked up my sleeve 

And you're there to hold 

And comfort while I grieve 

You're all that's left 

For me to believe in. 

I have no knowledge 

of how long's the road 

How far you and I 

Have left together to go 

There's no point in pondering 

There's no way to know. 


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