I’m excited when I realize what I’ve said
has been repeated to a flower beyond the dead.
Or a whippoorwill who sounds his name
just like it should be. A grasp to maintain.
Common sense will tell this figure of a body
to rise above punchbowl and Hot Toddy.
Not that I condemn mixing it up
with a doll in the dell licking a lollypop.
So many things creep into my mind
I want to seize them all before going blind!
Hopefully will come a day of rest
when Petunias bloom where I pound my chest.
And antlers grow out of my ears with pride
as I prance about under the fiercest tide.
Let it be I will be wherever words take
providing I control them when I’m on the make.
Going up and down sideways forward and back.
Lord save me from indigestion or a heart attack!
Gratefully Yours
Published in Poetry