Lawrence Beck Poems
|44.||The Prince Of Good Cheer -new-||5/21/2018|
|45.||Half-Assed Arhat -new-||5/22/2018|
|46.||Because A Bird Flew By -new-||5/22/2018|
|48.||Has Much Changed?||2/19/2018|
Comments about Lawrence Beck
There's a picture of her on the Internet.She wears
No clothes, and, in it, she's still beautiful.I knew
Her once.Her name is Jean, or was.It might have
Changed by now.This Jean, a girl from the suburbs,
Shy and quiet back in school, has pursed her lips,
Has spread her legs, and placed her hands upon
Her breasts.She's illustrated with tattoos of satyrs,
Centaurs, other beasts, and I must say they leave
Me cold.I liked her better shy and quiet, blank,
But my opinion isn't apt to matter.She won't care.
I'm sure that she is wealthy now.The sleazy guy,
I'm not harried, J.You know me.
Am I one more backpack toting,
Suit-clad drone who sprints to work?
Do I put in ten-hour days, and hit the gym
On my way home?Do I volunteer
For things or spend my weekends
Caulking tubs or laying tile onto floors?
I don't.I don't do anything.I write
And read and watch the clouds.