A Poem's Poem
If I wrote myself, instead of waiting
for the poet to tackle me
there would be REAL poetry here
End rhymes, a simile. I would be like
a rose
what's wrong with roses anyway
Some iambs
"Such lines will never be forgot
This poem puts all others out
A sun among much feebler stars"
I would be dedicated to someone
Handwritten
I bet my handwriting is poetic
if she would only let me write myself
instead of clutching her iPad mindlessly
in front of the TV. There is a deadline!
I tell her. But I am only a poem not written
yet. What does she care about my feelings?
Might put a zebra in it. Zebras belong
in poems. They really do.
Let me see, what else:
gin and tonics, major sonics
emerald green, a lottery ticket
no cats --
That should do it. Oh, and the moon.
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Nowhere Man
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