Saturday, December 11, 2010

poem of the day 12.11.10

the day after john lennon died

the day after
john lennon died
thirty years after
john lennon died
we are walking briskly
down 75th street
the wind off the estuary
smacking us in the face
one ear bud in your ear
one ear bud in mine
a little drunk
a little happy
singing instant karma
in the glow of christmas lights
hung outside the warm
homes of neighbors
we don’t want to know
we are children gone
just a little bit gray
free from religion
free from america
free to sing in the quiet street
as loud as we never are
and as i turn to take in
that large tree
the one dressed in purple
and red lights
the one that illuminates
the whole block
i think nothing is wrong
goddamn
if only for a moment
nothing is wrong in this world.

3 comments:

Robbie Grey said...

The simple humanity of this made me smile.

Bukowski's Basement said...

Kinda hard to believe he'd be 70, huh? Another master stroke, John...

John Grochalski said...

thank you, guys.