John Andrews Poems

Left here where
no one can touch me,
where no one can say,
where no one can do,
...

And this poison
if it is to be called that,
gushes through me,
but has no more right than me
...

You may see it sometimes in all it's glory,
but mostly you will not,
let's just forget it
like the thousand year old moon
...

Lorenzo's great poem knew
he was soon to be dead
like that mountain lion he
saw slung over the shoulder
...