Comments about William Jackson
A Bad Poem For The Ages
I thought I’d write a bad poem, one for the ages, signifying nothing.
Pavement suffocates the living earth just as bad poetry fills volumes.
Still, oblivious to the land’s rape, the masses enjoy sentimental blathering,
And all is well since professional wrestling rules even sports columns.
It matters little that only a select few appreciate the immortality of verse,
Or that God's world festers in the aftermath of inhumanity's touch.
Bread and circuses even now in this age soothe ignorance's curse.
To hope men feel soft earth, the wind, and grass is to expect too ...
Just The Thought Of You
Just the thought of you
sends my mind reeling!
So young and full of life.
You are acquiring life's treasure,
while I am casting it off to hang
onto life itself and to pursue you.
I know it would never work out,
an April to December romance,
and I tell myself this everyday.