"Rescue Me"

Have you seen the new TV show on FX called "Rescue Me" ? It concerns firemen in NYC after 911. It is pretty gritty (a lot of sex foul words etc) but really good! Each person in the firehouse has been effected by 911 and each has a different way of dealing with the tragedy of losing friends and family members in 911. The one that (to me) was the funniest concerns one of the firefighters writing poetry to cope . He is in his basement on the computer writing poetry when his wife comes down to see why he hasn't come to bed. He looks up and guiltily turns off the computer. She says what are you doing? Oh no! You are looking at porn! Are you writing to those porn sites? He says no and confesses to writing poetry .Under her breath she whispers Oh No ! I would rather it be porn! LOL
He gets all of his poetry together and has her read it , asking for an honest answer. She spends all morning reading with him peeking in to see if He can get an idea of how she likes it. Finally she says"This Is Horrible! You have to quit!" I really broke up because that is the way I see my poetry writing. People are polite and aren't as cruel as this guys wife. I am just like this fireman though, I don't have any choice, This stuff comes out and the only way I can deal with it is put it on paper. I just wrote one about the High School Harlandale Sr. High in San Antonio,Tx. I only went there one semester.They have a site with all of their classmates corresponding with each other. It concerns me not really remembering a lot of the people that were there when I was. And the fact that most of the people I remember don't remember me. None of us want to feel that we are insignificant and forgettable LOL
Here it is (you don't have to comment on it) LOL Hugs Kenny

Visiting Harlandale High
By kenny merrell

I drift down the corridors in my mind
Translucent and in a ghostly mien
Seeing fellow students as if in a dream
Some names and faces appear before me
Seemingly not part of my life
More like a book I read years ago
Forgetting the characters
Just random faces in a crowd
They see right through me
Recognizing me not
There is a small errant thought
Was I really here
Or is this the ramblings of an old man
Trying somehow to piece a life together

For some this is the place
Where life long friendships are forged
Sweetheart Balls, Home Coming Games
Marriages made in Heaven or Hell
For me it is as if I am a stranger gazing in
Trying to discover the rhythm of conversation
To fit in a niche of long ago
Patterns of Texas speech fill my ears
I long to go back and forge better relationships
But, alas, as we all know we can’t go back
So I will be forced to wander these corridors
In my mind
Translucent in a ghostly mien
And try to remember