John Farnsworth Poems

There was me.
There was me and the line.
There was me and the wall.
There was me and the hurdle.
...

I have seen a butterfly-winged heart and soul.
That painfully glowing apparition of light was such a fine gossamer dream
that it had to be touched.
I killed it.
...

When the bomb is dropped may i be so near
my somber sullen soul be turned to ash.
Let loose to drift upon atomic breeze.
So fortunate to pass in brilliant flash.
...