self portrait

        i can't see
        the glass is stained
        our pockets emptied and broken umbrellas
        lost in unbearable tormentas

5     well you could have treated me better
       well i could have waited just a little more

        she will be back
        the baby is born
        and i still hear you
10    in dreams and thoughts

        well i could have waited
        well you could have just
        spared some of your love
        i wanted it so badly, you know

15    there was no signature in your letter
        no evil in your acts
        let me hop back in your little boat
        and sail away
        until the end of this brown and deadly river


         david weinglas (Montevideo, MN, 1978)