May 5

6C - cloudy

We went down to the bowls club and helprd finish setting up for todays garage sale. Then in the evening we went to Grandson Tucker's school openhouse/fair.
As far as I know there are no more published poems of Alan's but I did find the following one in his book and typed it out yesterday. There may be more but I'll have to keep reading to find out. It is untitled in the book so I took the liberty of adding one.

Rollercoaster

Rollercoaster,

That shaky track,

Echoing the rhythm of my blood.

Coursing up that hill,

Nightmare falling down,

Plummeting to the corner,

Gonna fly off, fly

Into oblivion, darkness, but no!

Railings hold us

Keep us shaken and crazed

Holding onto mortality.

Respect and life

All a freaking rollercoaster

Bi-polar

Fairly sane in an insane world

I’ll say.

Round the bend into the sky, what’s up

Where’s  I gonna land

Are them rails gonna pull through

That next corner, Hiding it’s sight

Hiding it’s goddamn sight from me.

Bring it on Ticket man

I’ll go again, those rails will hold

Till the day they don’t.

Alan Harvey Little

(From “Wolf Dreams”)