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Eric the Red Feb 2018
The Wise Ones
Might’ve lived when they were
Younger
Did as their parents told them to
Had that one love
That artist
Of words
And requisite
Of art
That gave them the world
That dreamer
But then they wised up
Got their bills paid
Had their babies
Their heartache
Got older
Put their hopes
&
Dreamers away
Settled
For this life

And dying in their beds
With that last bill paid
They’ll smile and think
Of their dreamer
Their artist
Of words
&
Wished
They had taken a
Chance

But they were wise
Not to do so ...
Eric the Red Feb 2018
Saw 847 faces
Driving 847 cars
Traffic in
Traffic out
Passed by 49 faces
Walking 49 different ways
Made eyes with
1
And she still
Wasn’t you
Why couldn’t
1
Of them be
U
Eric the Red Feb 2018
And one day
You’ll realize
That what’s good enough
For the heart
Isn’t good enough for the soul
&
You’ll take my unopened
Messages
Put them back
Into the bottle
&
Slip them gently
Back Into the Sea

I think that day
Is today
Eric the Red Feb 2018
I wonder
If she ever
Looks
At my words
&
Says
‘Oh my...I love that man. Yes I do...yes I do...’
Eric the Red Feb 2018
Do you look to the South
The same way I look to the North
When I think of you?
Eric the Red Feb 2018
If you give a Poet a cookie...
He’s gonna want a cup of coffee
And not just any coffee
But the good stuff on the high shelf
And if you give the Poet the Kenyan Organic Whole Bean
Reserved for your best company
He’s gonna want creamer
The good Whole Foods
$5.69 creamer
And if you give the Poet the
Expensive creamer he’s gonna
Want to sit down and talk
Of great books
Great music
And he’ll notice you’ve got
A record player
And if you have a record player
The Poet’s gonna wanna go
Through your collection
Your Fleetwood Mac
John Coltrane
Tom Petty
Nina Simone
And the Poet will put his coffee down
And look at the back of that
Nina record
And tell you that
‘This song...this song
‘Reminds me so much of what
‘Love sounds like...’
And you’ll look at the Poet
Cause he just touched
Your heart
Made it skip a beat
And you’ll think to yourself
‘I just might invite that Poet over again tomorrow...’
But if you do
That Poet is gonna want a cookie
And
If you give a Poet a cookie...
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