JEREMY and HIS CAMERA

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I didn't take these pictures, but I read these books in their entirety in 2010.

When I was a boy

I couldn’t say your name,

’round letters went stiff

Now I need a drink because

a drunken sailor needs the sea,

…a gentle float adrift.

Oh, what little sounds we enter

where boisterous waves cry out,

‘Hey let me in!’

—no doubt.

So there you go

passing by my boat.

You’ll stay afloat, just pine,

creaking sound of caring drowned.

Enjoy the floor and remember dear,

‘The words endear only how we hear,

for those who speak with silver tongues

bring gentleness ashore,

heretofore.’