Some Light Verse

Here on the happy streets
where happy people play
and happy money is spent
every happy day,
good times will last forever.
Tomorrow is today.



UNDECIDED

whether the time is right,
or the time is wrong,
the time too short,
the time too long.



BREATHLESS

We walked the autumn streets,
our heads turned to our dreams
I, Belmondo, you, Seberg.
Manhattan roared around us.

But we didn't run; we stayed,
grew old with struggle, jobs, regret.
We should have robbed a bank, baby,
had some fun.

We might get caught, go to prison?
Yeah, maybe.
But wouldn't you take that prison
for this one?