Steal This Poem

Cut and paste these lines entirely or

copy them with a goose quill and a bottle of ink.

As an option, distill the meaning out

and use your own words.

Call it “My Poem.” and insert your name.

Ignore it altogether or do a bit of each.

God knows I’ve written enough bad poetry

to fill a book.  What do I want with another one?

Take it.  When the last word is written

I won’t need it any longer.  I’ll deny

having anything to do with it.

I’ll give it away for the taking.  No need

to worry about lawyers or copyrights.

There is just one rule

in this house:

I will pour the first glass of wine for you

because you are the honored guest. 

Refills after that

are your responsibility.

I may request, depending on my mood,

that you also take a poem or two with you

when you leave.

Cas (2006)

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The poem sucks but the music is fine.  Payback for Roger Waters.

Posted this last year in July.  Here it is again.  Written with no one specific in mind way back in 1998 at work, on company time.  Figured I'd find out someday who it's all about.

Negative Entropy

I do not love you because you're new,

for beauty's sake alone, for hair so dark

even light itself can only enter,

not for a brief, bright season once,

not for what goes or moves or is replaced by more.

My glance unnerves you.  Not all five senses joined

in me reveal the loved, the changeless thing in you.

Relax or feel the terror, change your shoes,

wear new clothes, shed familiar skin, be brave,

grow old, have sons and daughters, succeed and lose,

go away forever or come back, hate or love

completely, as you will.  Change is what we do.

These are what we have.

I alone have seen with other eyes

held in ever careful, undisturbing hands

my always you.

cas  (1998)