Poems Not Prose #1: Lights For Katy 12-22-04

I was digging round some old files that were penned back before blogs were born when I was a teenager and newly in my twenties.   A lot of them were terribly, terribly, horridly, wickedly awful.       I am seriously considering doing a series entitled Terrible Teen Poetry And Other Directionless Stories because they are so bad I might as well laugh at myself to take the sting out!    Is anyone out there interested in laughing at a hopelessly romantic Emo teen before there was any such thing a Emo?

I’ll tell you what.   If I get twenty likes on this post, I will totally bear my old, teenage soul to you.

Among the fodder and corrupt files was a little poem I wrote much later and to my surprise I liked it.     Really liked it.    It might even be good.     The problem was is that I usually sign all my work and this one is only dated.   I assume it is mine and not sent to me for three reasons:  1.  It is dated even if my initials weren’t placed after it     2.   It is titled the name of a very old, dear friend (I took two buses and a train to get to her wedding)   3.  She assures me that she didn’t write it.

I may have penned it after an all night gaming session we were having which is why my memory is very fuzzy.   She was so tickled that a poem was written and inspired by her back in our lost thirties that I felt compelled to share it.