The poem below is by Barnett Berger.
For Losers
Quest for a vision
The morning of awareness
Dawn of the ocean
The sweet, loving spaces of intimacy
Whispered caresses
Suntanned kisses
Words calming and mirroring faith
Now replaced by grunts
Harmonic ostinatos
Shouting through hollow bones
Anger carrying stormy divisions
Even as it resolves to waltz time
Oh, what would it be without you?
A dizzying blue path
A walk without footprints
Who gives a damn
Going down
Like a clown
Words are confused
When lovers, they lose
