Depression Poems While the Guitar Player Tunes Up At Sandy Bottoms

1. Inevitability The rain will come and be rude. The wind blow away all quietude. Erase it? Debase it? You have no power and when it's your hour, you'll go, you know. 2. Drowning My foot tapping time, O sweet, he cannot know he echoes mine. He's not in this world, but I am. Take me there! Right foot: the Koran, the Old Testament. He's young, I'm not. He's playing for Happy Hour, while his girlfriend sells her jeweled stones her shiny koans, One, Two, his right foot beats rhythm. Testing,Testing. he doesn't know he keeps me from the ocean the dolphin and the whale, the ashes of my brothers, his sandaled foot, beating time, beating time.