He believed that churches should all be burned down
And women were either stupid or mean
As he filled his loft with a thousand recordings
Of punk rock idols who had early deaths
But when he heard the toll of Sunday bells
Or the lilting laughter of a passing girl
He knew he could never collect enough noise
To drown out the echoes of his homeless heart
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
this plumbs so deep.
That last couplet amazes in its emotional power and insight.