Lost Dreams.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved



Ah, for the lost dreams of youth

That is why God makes us die young

Oh, for the harm that might have been done

If only I knew then, what I know now

A young man who knew how to apply himself

But I was only dreaming of you.

(You were pretty drunk last night. -ed.)

(Was I? Did I say anything interesting? -louis.)

Love me not.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

All Rights Reserved















Leaf falling through the air

Justifying all that has gone before

Validating my material instincts

Toad burrows in the mud

Makes me laugh at those who have not

Because I have got

Knowing the circle of life and renewal

Means it is time to get a new car

My head is a fucking jar

Full of pennies I will never use

For they might save someone’s life

The sky is grey and that has significance

Read into it whatever you will

It says a lot about you, oddly enough even more about me

But then I know nothing about myself, whereas you are a caller on the psychic hotline

Kill me now or die later

Either way, you lose

The choice is yours and I couldn’t care less

The universe is my nest and I piss upon it

For it loves me not.

Smoke.

Waiting for a Meteorite.

by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

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Waiting for a meteorite

Takes a little patience

It gets damned cold out here at night

Camera on tripod,

Point it at the sky

Lens set at five point six

Advance the film until it clicks

Pull the lever, set the timer

Push the remote —

Look up at the stars and gloat

Now, all I have to do

Is to sit and wait about

There goes a little one, and then another

The sky’s not really black at night

It’s more of a velvety blue

With a little luck I’ll catch a big one

It’s not a certain thing, mind you

But, I’ll sit and wait until I do!

I’m waiting for a meteorite—how about you?