Lawrence Beck Poems
Which Best Suits You?
Here's the slide show. Choose your hell.
My wife's friends gathered by the pool.
They're engineers, divorced and jaded,
No more capable of knowing joy than
I, and very dull. A visit from a chatty
Plumber, come to fix the basement
Pipes, but always, it seems, upstairs
Blabbing. Young men playing shooting
Games a few feet from where I am
Writing. My love, near, but close to
Others, choosing not to speak.
In time, the ghost will fade away. That's what
They do. The minds which make them tire,
And they lose the will to haunt themselves
With made-up beings. Mine grows distant
As I speak. The woman who I thought it
Was remains, but they've been separated,
One to go away for good, the other, who
Can't haunt me now may stay; perhaps
She'll also go. With no ghost left to hide