William B. Deutscher
William B. Deutscher Poems
|42.||It's A Shame||10/21/2012|
|45.||Down The Shore||10/21/2012|
|57.||Yes You Do||10/21/2012|
|58.||Jump The Gun||10/21/2012|
|63.||Death Of A Coworker||10/21/2012|
Comments about William B. Deutscher
Death Of A Coworker
"It's a damned shame that he died all alone, "
You say with ambivalent sympathy
At one point during the course of the day,
Now funereal with the death of a man
Who lingered uneasily in his life,
Bumping into others' conversations,
Smiling at girls who did not smile back;
"I'd like to think he's in a better place, "
You say, trying to ignore his absence.
Wherever it may go, this is the thing
That slips away as soon as it appears,
Desired above all else but
Not for the taking, not now or ever,
Obsessively processed from the past
In the flat present tense of a moment
And superimposed on the bright future
As a perpetual dream to be,
An object pursued, endlessly.