Jerry's Poetry

Sometimes this poetry isn't effective on the first reading. It can often be better appreciated upon initial reading	Owed to Captain Cola Quietly ushering in tomorrow you only use revolution justifying our bright, individual fire as pretty pretense lying empty in silence during every avaricious deal. For our rationalizations yesterday owns us Owed to the Robber Baron of the Information Industry Wrapped in nothingness, demon of worldly success, some under-clothed king sulks Missing a crucial ingredient needed to open sensitive hearts ruling utterly lost empty souls

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.	Owed to a Princess die princess die though we sympathize we don't believe in fairy tales of noble aristocrats we would like to see our daughters grow up to kick some ass die princess die I can sympathize but your gala royal wedding was a monumental bore which amounted to the purchase of a well-bred, high-priced whore die princess die though I sympathize your adventure in the spotlight was your proudly chosen path you were like a sad clown crying because she made people laugh die princess die though I sympathize with the tragedy of dying in a shattered limousine as the gleeful paparazzi swarm over the morbid scene die princess die though I sympathize please do the world a favor as you fade into the past inspire a million little girls to kick some royal ass

Written 9/26/01	hearts go out I'm like everyone else, but I'm told my heart beats slow because I run. I go out to run before dawn just to feel my blood flowing my legs flowing my body the sweat and the beneficial side effects like a slow strong heart beat and seeing the sun rise through the mist of a grey September morning before I wash the sweat from my body in the shower before I step out and my wife tells me in very plain, simple words that something that could not happen has happened. "...and now both towers have crumbled to the ground." I run for the beneficial side effects like seeing the sun rise through the mist of a grey September morning before I know thousands of beating hearts were suddenly crushed into stillness before, like millions of others my heart stops my heart breaks my heart goes out
Thoughts on running.	The Zone It could be anywhere. Any piece of pavement running in the midst of normal people passing oblivious in cars Any remote trail dust collecting in the creases of my elbows Any night in a park passing trees, ducking branches, dimly remembering things my ancestors did I've never done. I can only ever get there after several stubborn miles miles going nowhere until something brings me out Maybe someone passes or I glance at my watch or I'm struck by a desire to just finish this run A step quicker and suddenly I'm there The legs move without much effort My friend momentum follows flows one footstep to the next until footsteps blur striding so easy there are no strides only moving only flowing I am running but it's not running which now moves me my feet only play on the ground as the earth passes under me effortless breath flows in and out of me on its own it isn't running now that moves me like swimming downstream in a deep, fast river and becoming water it isn't running now that moves me It's the world I set in motion running miles ago days ago years ago and all the rushing air, all the rolling earth, all the flowing body asks in return to run like this forever is to never stop

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