Oh Spring-
it is a nervous thing.
Another Spring has come to be,
that will taunt me
in my despair.
Oh Hope-
lies lost in meadows:
these happy dancing fellows
who can't afford
to care.
Oh Spring is
of these things and failures of my past
seemingly-destined to-repeat-until-the-last
of the mud riddled hope
of stirring Spring.
Started while residing on Lancaster Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1990 or 1991, aged 22, 23, or 24.
Writings By Erick Heins 