collected poems 8 4 2008

The world can be defined

In the grossest terms

How the planets are aligned

And the resistance of germs

But to further specify

How all things impact us

You’ve got to clarify

How they even affect the cactus

*

Things will give at the seams

If you only live a life of dreams

*

What’s goes on in one’s head

Is generally a guess

But to view the lives we’ve led

It’s mostly a mess

*

The hour is late

The moon is on high

The guards at the gate

Cannot protect who will die

When morning comes

We will see who remains

Then roll the drums

And wash the stains

*

The hour is late

The moon on high

The guards at the gate

Cannot say who will die

When morning comes

We will see who remains

Then roll the drums

And wash the stains

*

There’s nothing nice

When living with mice

That little rodent pays neither board nor rent

And not to quibble but about how much they nibble

For nothing’s faster at seduction

Than a mouse who’s mastered reproduction

*

Bernie Nidus

Bernie Nidus 8 4 2008

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One response to “collected poems 8 4 2008

  1. Rest in sweet peace, dear cousin. Your joyful humor and distinct voice will be sorely missed. I’m enormously grateful that I was able to see you in July, and that you made the effort to come and hear me speak. May your children and your wife take comfort in all the generosity you offered others, and may your spirit be with them always.

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