January 2007

Just the Way It Is     ink drawing by Marian Hollowell

Poetic vibes Poetic vibes I forced on English teachers, Potential girlfriends and shamans, forgive me. Musicians, music lovers, never mind the common Thread I bore you with, exploring my stitch. it’s just the hook of an old theme I continue To wear down and out, unaware that my itch   Of universal tone and stimulation is not the vibe That connects all rhythms of life, love and need. The rare exception is my fantasy, A lonely seed of an idea never shared. My best vibrations are blown to the multitude While every good urge came from you, my muse. The words are gone but not the surge, Feelings I refuse to let go still entice me. Paradise shrinks to a mere closet, A tiny lunchroom for moth and hanger. Just once while the drum’s still banging I'd like to see you nearby as I close my eyes, And when my solo is done, my love, you Would still be there to hear it through.

Photo by Eugene Brown

Copyright Jimmy Warner, 2007