Comments about Vic KirkTurner
written on a high school journal.
A realisation of
the yoke 'forever' forever brings?
Now forever has come and gone,
friends too, are all but staggered silhouettes
on the bleak background of passing years,
and forever, streaches on still
in billowing dust and slow sand routes.
Your conception of 'forever'
was a lie that languidly lay
in the honey-thick pull
of innocent innocous and idle youth.
Have you been rudely suprised
by your own mortality?
Does forever now seem too long to bear?
Do you wait, and curse, and ...