Sunday, August 15, 2010

To Mr. Roger Waters

To Mr. Roger Waters

"Mr. Waters" I said as I gave you the letter,

outside Radio City, as you arrived for your show;

a verse some would think cryptic, calligraphed by hand,

more than twenty-five years ago.

"All form and no substance: Why?

"If you keep giving us only a show

"we are going to stop going.

"Is that what you really want?"

You offered no pretense; My

Letter opened and read and reread before

seeing each other seeing

the elevator doors excluded my gaze from your thoughts

Since communication, if honest, is surely a treasure

(& since soon both of us will be dead)

I am asking to meet with you -- but not as a fan:

I ask you as poet instead.