IMMO
GRADUATION
Spring once again is here,
And the seniors will drink a beer
For their time has come,
To grab their diploma and run.
Jobs may come their way,
Some may get a weekly pay.
Others will stand in line,
Unemployment checks better be on time
No I am not one,
Who will be able to run
I'll be here next year,
This to me is very dear
Ross Dieffenbacher
SATURDAY
Thinking Thoughts
a word
a phrase
Click! On goes my brain - thinking
thinking of a past happening
Shift! my thoughts drift
I
slip
into
depression
Tender Drips
the Rain
Tender drips the rain
from grey overhanging wires
shadowing the porous walk.
It is night
and we walk
its length.
Hymie McCrab
Humanities
a depression which changes my thoughts
thoughts which make me think -
thinking which makes me depressed
Now of loneliness
empty
not whole
a being which is incomplete
incomplete of someone else
someone else is missing a part
a part of someone else
a part which someone is willing to share
willing to share....
+l4
41+
r ,\
, ,;,..„,,,,,,, %Air *
* 7 %.
4 'l' / ' . %%'
< ;•.% ';
/ : ; % '% /,
/ ll
' ' t/ //
' 1.
i g .
* : i
4*
4+
4.*
4+
.*
•g•
*
-*
4*
4*
*
4*
•Fr
*
°X
*
4 *
-* -*
4 *
•g•
*
" IT VANISHED
. C r aT i E ze s s t .r .ow o t i y i:i. . mit4 G uV e rr • ti l TH L. S ew C i ft!
ißtt li S G C!f4enetAzetEß SOME TIME AMER *
*******************44444*********444646444****4
C READER
Ain't Gonna Walk That Road
No More
a song by Romeo Trajanus
Ain't gonna walk that road no more
I done already tripped down that flight of stairs;
Ain't gonna walk that road no more
Gotta find some new pages to tear.
All my life I been running down streets,
Don't care to look ahead, afraid to look behind
All my life looking for help,
But no one care, and no one's kind.
So I already skirted that blind alley,
Ain't gonna go there with you again
You tell me not to worry, let my cares go by
But this rat wants to join the race of men.
Ain't gonna walk that road no more
I wore that cast too goddamn long ago;
Ain't gonna walk that road no more...
Just face the sun alone,
and go
May 16, 1974
Moon Poem #3
An evening such as this one
was made only for sharing
the soft mist of the moon,
seemed to have asked
us to spend an hour together.
And I walked to the corner,
knowing it was late,
but still hoping you
somehow understood this night.
And I waited.
Every few moments,
with the haloed moon
being clouded and then bright,
I would turn to look for you
until you came to share the night
And I waited.
Hymie McCrab
Humanities