MARC CARVER - POEMS

Marc Carver writes because he has nothing else to do.

Why do I have to write ​

​I never asked to be a writer 
someone who had to watch people all the time 
sometimes they used to do unexpected things 
but not often 
but when they did I always seemed to be there at the right place to say what I saw. 
Now they even seem quite happy as they walk around or go for a run or bike ride maybe they are happy about not seeing anybody else just the way I am.
I only found them
because i had to have something to write about
now 
I don't need them at all

GUESS

​I will meet you there 
you can be as long as you like 
that is where I will be 
where the day becomes night and the night becomes day.
It is quiet there 
a nice place to wait 
I have others to see there 
who have waited for me.
So only come when you are ready
When you are sure
When all the birds fly off 
for fear the final day has come

I

​just want to listen to those two songs one more time

over and over they go 
the slowness of one 
and the melody of the other 
they finish and i start them again 
as if i have never heard them before or can believe that anybody could have made them from nothing
a blank slate to perfection 
even gods must see what i do 
so they finish once more and i start them gain

SNOW

​I got out of the car and started walking
the snow started to come down
I knew it would, you can always notice those grey clouds that can only hold snow.
As I walked along I noticed my reflection in the windows 
I had never seen myself walking before and it reminded me of that bigfoot video or  those books with the evolution of man from homo sapiens to modern man
But I had not really evolved at all 
the only thing new 
was that I had worked out 
that after some fifty odd years 
I liked walking in the snow

***

All the places I have ever been
and all the people I have ever seen
all remind me of you.
All the days that end with a sun that slowly drops from the sky, makes me want to be with you again.
When people smile at me I only see your face.
When people cry I only see your tears.
A stranger's laughter always makes me think of your smile
and your hair and how it would sway and dance in the wind.
When you died
time stopped for me
and part of me died knowing love could never be like that again

***

I keep looking at her I can't take my eyes off of her and she is looking straight at me as if I was the only man in the world. How I wish I could touch her or speak to her but I can't. So I just keep looking and breathing in air, I wonder if I will go crazy as she stares at me so I have to write this just to do something to show her how crazy a guy can get