David McLansky Poems

Eat your ice cream while you may,
Tongues lose neurons every day;
Oh the rapture of vanilla
While I was still a stout young fella!
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Lainey’s Out Of The Rain Rewrite

Oh, hard rain, that drums on the tin eaves,
Splattering the blacktop with nonstop hammering,
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Some will say I was purely your invention.
That I wrote not the words which from my fingers’ flowed,
That my name linked with my own works deserve no mention,
That you are the source to which my words are owed.
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I heard his singing from the meadow
While on a slope down by the sea
It was a song whispered low
But oh it pierced the heart of me
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In my lonely solitary Art
The record of how I’ve lived apart
My compulsive frenzy to document
My confusion over my life events;
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There is less shame now as she helps me to my bed;
She props me up as my legs go dead;
My dexterity of step has nimbly fled;
Old age has sapped my strength despite my cautious tread;
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I asked my love to halt on her hurried path;
In transit from the shower to her room; ’
To pause there naked in the
Hallway’s shadowed gloom
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My mind grows barren in my decline
Rich Images turn pale dulled by time;
Once love was a sickness, a desperation,
An obsessive thought, clutched in possession;
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I hear you have a Prince named Harry,
And that he thinks it's time to marry,
Might I suggest our Queen Elaine,
A young widow from the State of Maine;
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