high school baby love
sketch by
walt larsen
of tehachapi
california
No one can
win them all,
for we are
different too,
and meant
for someone
beyond our
view,
overthere
somewhere.
Paradoxical
and illogical
were my
wonderful
high school
days,
as I became
aware of
so many
treasured
glinted glances
of possible
meaningful
romances.
I felt like
an improper
pauper
King
of those
feminine feline
desires,
and I was
available
'n able
and alone
within waiting
for fate
to send
a Princess date
to kiss
and embrace,
and like unto
the drawing here,
she was there
but didn't care
one iota
for me
within totality.
She looked
much like
the drawing here,
but she was
so nasty
'n distant,
this tasty dish
of instant
gratification,
the one I
needed to kiss
within my most
ardent desires,
and she would
never
ever
respond,
but turn her
head
the other way
as within disgust
when I came near,
why she must
have thought
I was gay,
GOD forbid,
'IBID,'
and to
this very day,
I cannot
understand
why the most
beautiful one
at the boarding
school
thought me
a fool
'n hated me,
and her name
was NANCY,
same as
my beloved wife
of today
whom loves
me so.
I believe in
no pretences,
and I am
what I am,
and will admit
to failure
or winning,
for it's all the
same
in insight
within the name
game
of poetry.
WILDERNESS POET wcl
'valdemart'
By walt christian larsen
© 2004 walt christian larsen
(All rights reserved)
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