To live and Die in Colorado Springs, a Poem by the Naked Analyst, Wilensky
My friend swims in the pool and sometimes drinks the water,
I tell him he shouldn’t
as we are parting ways
just when I needed his help in upcoming battles
we reluctantly say, good-bye.
I used to walk him in the park, past the swings,
as we live and die in Colorado Springs
I lead an army of the part-time and semi-retired
into war against a morally bankrupt empire,
I sing the battle songs that Quincy loved so
when I’d whistle, call his name, and sing,
swearing to triumph in his honor
or lose, maybe even dying
we shall swear and drink,
telling stories, all the while lying.
for fate is what the future rightly brings
as we live and die,
in Colorado, Springs….