home | about marilyn | writings | tribute blog | donations


Marilyn Buck


there are days when I'm gone
I do not know where I went
but I wasn't here

          that's true for me too ...
          sometimes I'm so gone
          that maybe I wasn't ever really here

                    chill you two
                    you don't even know where gone is

                    I know, I've been gone so long
                    that here is only a state of mind
                    a play on words

          Did you hear that?

No, I'm outta here!

March 1995
This poem appeared in
Rescue the Word

Mariann Vizard visiting Marilyn
Marilyn in FCI Dublin