Scattered…. Only God Knows Where,

Scattered…….Only God Knows Where.

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sitting by the wood stove...remembering the good old days.

sitting by the wood stove…remembering the good old days.


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Time is a vacuum


it sucks only in one direction




all of those we once knew


without warning


disappear from our lives,


as the years are whisked away.



Kids I grew up with


never saw them again


sure Vietnam got a few


others just moved away like me.


But I grew up in the projects


there were thirty-five kids per block


times 50 blocks of


Veterans Housing projects.



A gift to our soldier daddies


they were rather ratty by the time


my dad got his piece of the cheap


but the kids…. where did they go??



Oh, I know Sharon died


of a drug overdose,


and Dani’s been married


twice and divorced


but the bulk of the gang


I hung with


has been severed and


swallowed by time.


Then there are the old girlfriends


I feel like someone triangulated


in Bermuda shorts


less two lovers.



I have wandered many vast places


and never ever run into


an old girlfriend,


what a joy it would be to do so.


I am a romantic,


they all still mean so much to me,


they helped guide me to what I am today


but all I have is some old Polaroids


and a handful of memories


and letters from each one.


all tucked away lest


they too get sucked away


like the girls that they portray.




I have whole lists of people


who disappeared forever,


Guys I knew in the corps,


Guys I played in bands with,


people I worked and sweated with,


even the kids I taught,


all vamoosed.




Is there a concentration camp


somewhere that holds them all


where they concentrate on everything


but ever bumping into me again?




I love that song about meeting


my old lover in a grocery store


the snow was falling New Years eve,


but I only bump into old ladies with


obsessive compulsions to find


the right amount of pennies


in a change purse while


I’m behind them in line


with a six pack getting warm.




I suppose we all


lose friends eventually


people go their separate ways


and never return,


but I’ve got enough missing folks


to cover milk cartons for


the next twenty years!




Perhaps I will disappear next


and then find out where they went.



If I do, and I can get access


to a computer I’ll send you all a hub


and let you know where I’m at,


I’ll even be happy to look up


some of your old lost friends,


just send me their names when I get there.




In the meantime which


really is some mean time


because so many I cherished are gone


I’ll simply write this poem


and post it here in hopes


one of my old loves or friends


will stumble on it and comment


and tell me where the hell they are at.




So I guess this is a classified


kind of a lonely hearts club ad,


but I’d prefer to call it a poem,


that way I don’t have to think about


all of the people I’ve had to leave out


of it while I was writing.




Am I alone with this dilemma?


is there anybody out there


who is going through the same


kind of an absence??




Well, enough of that


I’m off to write another poem,


this one’s about to fade


into a long list of things


I cherish,


but I know where it’s going


and I can always come back and visit.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©-MFB III


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