By kevin urenda
Date: 13 January 2000

crossing

a party 
a landing party 
like Washington crossing the Delaware 
to catch me napping in the barracks of my heart 
but these thoughts 
like tattered colonial troops 
not in my heart 
but in the mind that abuses it 
I have a wish or three 
wish someone would turn the light on 
wish you would know you turn me on 
wish I had a dime for every time I turned at all 
at least I could buy some time 
time to talk to someone who really listens 
time that waits for no one 
time to go 
time to turn out the lights 
this party is over 

01.13.00