Juan Olivarez Poems

High in a tower securely bound,
With chains and padlocks made of steel.
Thirty feet above the ground,
Where blows the wind with a bitter chill.
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Why do we need rules for poetry?
Let's make a Haiku with ten lines and one hundred syllables.
Let's make a limerick with ten lines, and not rhyme it.
Let's just do whatever the hell we want to do.
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It used to be that a buffalo nickel,
Could buy you lots of things.
An ice cream cone, or just a pickle,
What memories this coin brings.
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I once saw death, on a mountain high,
Once in the desert down below.
I saw him coming in the changing sky,
As a monster wind did blow.
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Where have you gone, my radiant friend,
I miss your warming smile.
Just seeing you I start to mend,
When you've been gone a while.
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He carried a six gun, upon his hip,
A badge pinned to his shirt.
Big and rangy, never took no lip,
If you mouthed off, you'd swallow dirt.
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Dreams are all I ever find,
In the deep recesses of my mind,
Like a country wall covered with vines.
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I am nobody, to look down on a thief,
That steals a loaf of bread.
To have a bite to eat.
I am nobody.
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And still she cries,
dry tears.
no longer moist
and salty.
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Fluffy faces in a topaz blue,
Smiling and slowly fading away.
over the grasslands, on to the mountains.
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