New Poem

A rough draft from a new, possibly doomed-to-fail poem-a-day project inspired by my sweetheart, Lynne. With the title of the first potential poem given to me on Christmas Day, I finally started yesterday. Sadly, the inspiration was hearing someone say how the gay people should be all moved up to the west coast, where a tsunami has been projected to happen in the near future.

Girlfriend

Where I visit,
they keep scorecards
for Armageddon,
wanting to lose
with the most points.

A true cynic
never gloats.
Equally true
is that only a true
believer in souls
could find mine.

Let me count the bodies,
and you can remind me
of what no criminal
has yet touched.

Everyone one dons countries
as sports jerseys,
wanting to be right,
some having the strength
to make it so.

Fewer want to reunite
with others
and be home.