by Dan Wilcox
Summer is Ended
Jerry Garcia dies with a smile
not like Janis or Kurt Cobain
his heart just gives out
like a CEO at the pool
and the rot of cancer
gets Sterling Morrison
among his pictures and books
into a velvet silence.
The music just plays on
loudly, but it barely drowns out
the soft click of the latch of time.
* * *
No pictures on the walls
No curlicues or carvings
No books, except Bibles
No music, except hymns
No one left anymore.
* * *
I'm Tired of Waiting
waiting for you all of my life
waiting for you to move in -- & long before that, just waiting to meet you one sunny day
waiting for you to come home from work
waiting while the dinner cools & waits
waiting for you to feel better, to wake up, to smile at me, to make love
waiting for the babies to be born, to fall asleep, to learn to say "Daddy", "Mommy", waiting for school to begin
waiting for you to come home from the store, from your mother's
waiting for the car to pull into the driveway
waiting while the sheets cool and turn empty and sad
waiting for you to make up your mind
I'm tired of waiting for you to come back.