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On the Rhine

Some of us know
what it's like
to need love so bad
it's all we can think about, and
those of you who don't get it
should have a few shots of Maker's Mark
and listen to Gram Parsons,
the patron saint of
lonely days and lonely nights
unencumbered by sobriety.
Even if you can sing like the Lorelei
halcyon days won't last,
but needy desire will endure,
as will the rocks
on which abide
all our losses.

© by Paul Hellweg

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #14 ~ March 2011    next poem     previous poem