Not Quite Pan


why ask
if she is suicidal
re departure
the very first broken heart
does not a Romeo make
oh what do you say
from a pretender
to a truth twister
“It ain’t me, mister.”

why ask what he would say
re departure
“You are my Juliet,
thru eternity.”
to a truth teller
“Ah, Shorty,
I only break my own heart.”

waltz me around again Charlie,
Tom, in dawn’s rosy light
how oh i miss you’re playing…,
and you oh nameless one,

you three kings
of glorious are
lighting our day
night shooting stars:

help us thru
this hope filled
new year.