Guzlowski-Stepek: The Never-ending Poem

Death is a one way street my friends no traffic heads back from there the traffic light system is red red red green a colour of the past once you're there Death is a one way street my friends and that's the street we're on so enjoy the drive while you can

  I can’t see the river from here. The woods blind me, Take away my thirst, Make me only want  The chair i sit on And the floor I stand on. Yesterday, it was different. The woods were just a stone I kicked out of my way As I walked toward the river. If I could speak to the river I would ask her why she’s  So far away and so cold The day before she hugged me And laughed as I stood with her Watching the sky turn gray with night.