Amy Gorelow

Assorted Poetry

Riding on the Sansigon
for oh, about an hour.
Clinging, clinging to stay on
Swerving to miss the water tower.
But you can bet
That we'll get
To where we're going on this day.
Where're we going?
There's no knowing.
And if we did, we wouldn't say.
While we're on the Sansigon
Tightly we've got to really hang on.
'Cause while we don't know our destination,
We know the force of gravitation.

1994

It's the end of the world today!
Do you see it? It's coming this way.
I'm in so much luck
'Cause I owe you a buck
And now I won't have to repay.

1995ish