The Poems of David Garlick
To all of you who thought of me a lying on my back. In a quiet hospital laid low, with a stupid heart attack. A very grateful “Thank you” from the bottom of my heart. Which is okay the doctors say. the fault’s in the top part. David Garlick, Victoria, May 1986
When the time comes take my ashes, scatter them upon a hill, where the tall trees greet the morning and the setting sun as well. Where their warm and heavy branches fill the air with heavenly scent. There to lie at peace with all things. There to find eternal rest. In Summers scented comfort, beneath […]
It doesn’t really hurt that much but bells and gongs and people dash, to help a failing muscle pump, that has been tortured by neglect. I do not sit around and mope. I do not laze upon the beach. I do not overeat or drink. I do not smoke or swallow pills. Why then this […]