Tom Gibo Poems
|3.||Your View On Poetry||6/22/2006|
|5.||Melancholy Wintertime Thoughts||6/22/2006|
|6.||The Old Ways||6/22/2006|
|13.||What Makes I||6/22/2006|
|14.||Early Morning Hopes||6/22/2006|
|15.||Prayer (Of A Kind)||6/22/2006|
|16.||Attempt At Dialect 1||6/22/2006|
|18.||The Wolf Brighton||6/22/2006|
|20.||Little Inconsistencies And Non-Rhymes||6/22/2006|
|21.||I Will Love You Till The Day I Die (Love Songs Of A Cancer Patient)||6/22/2006|
I Will Love You Till The Day I Die (Love Songs Of A Cancer Patient)
We awake cushioned by the down of your quilt,
A single eye shimmers by the moon.
You turn and think thoughts so mindless
Lick your lips,
Tongue like a snake prepared to uncoil.
Your mouth opens then wavers in midair,
A star crossed thought slips away with the moon.
We try to remember we are in a room.
Touch my hips,
Tongue like a cobra lost in its cage.
You speak finally, and you say
''Will you love me till no more day
-s remain and the sun eats the
world in wrath.''
I spoke and I believe I said
''Tomorrow my good dear I
Your View On Poetry
Your mind is closed,
Sealed to the truth
The speech of others is to you but lies
Poetry is truth, poetry is life.
Many birds live and many birds die
The wide scope of emotion must all be art
To say one is good and the other is bad
Is to say black is white and white is black
And I am dead while you are true life