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Jun 282010
 

by Christopher Gallegos











When the shakes come, don’t be surprised.  Toiling around hapless patrons of midnight, wander listless never faltering to gain selfish recognition.  Imitating lurid idols behind closed sheets.  Reciting obscure passages, deeming them meaningful for time and place.  Wavering to speak a mind for time consuming quotation.  Blisters on hand reminds a sobering eye the jaundice to come.







When we tried, questions came to mind.  Retribution was vast, the hunger poised, and tremors persisted.  Meek minds crawled to attention, a wielding ambition yields triumph.  When mirrored images no longer smile back, when hope is gallant.  Time will present a lark in your shoes.  Familiar faces become stranger, and your voice a mere gaping tone.  A friend becomes a martyr, and friendship a dedication.


















































































































When we tried, questions came to mind.  Retribution was vast, the hunger poised, and tremors persisted.  Meek minds crawled to attention, a wielding ambition yields triumph.  When mirrored images no longer smile back, when hope is gallant.  Time will present a lark in your shoes.  Familiar faces become stranger, and your voice a mere gaping tone.  A friend becomes a martyr, and friendship a dedication.
















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































  4 Responses to “For the Sake of Mr. Finch”

  1. Chris,

    You are so talented my friend…. Congratulations! I love your poem.

    ~Svg~

  2. Amazing write. Word play is phenomenal =)

  3. That is a touching prose for a dear dear friend and brother! We pray for Mr. Finch daily.

  4. This was really good!!! Perfect ending.