the monkey dances
through your yard
into neighboring yards
and out beyond
into a blip jiggle
jangling
along uneven paths
cobble stones potholes
fell trees and bones
Tag: set42815
RIP Sucker a poem for the wretched
Mark?
Oh, he’s dead now,
Not much worth knowing
If you ask me
And I know all what that
Entails, suggests, reveals,
Means dead
Not much worth knowing
Or having
Ever having
Ever having had
Extinction
I dunno
Maybe I’ve forgotten
How to write poems
Just as I’ve forgotten
How to breathe
And how to dance
How to talk
Maybe these are
Repertoire skills
A trinity of blessings
If you’ll forgive the math
Daydream No. 1
When death finally comes
I’ll greet it like old friends
Kisses on the cheeks
Hugs
Cuddles
My word it will be glorious
The peace
The rest
The rest
I need help I shout into the wilderness
Also, I’m a poet, I sez
Because it’s true
And because it’s the most creditability
I can muster these days
Poet, that’s the only thing you really need to know
About me, it’s true, and gives you a stalking path
If you wants to track me down
Look for the poet
Boo, here I am here I goes