I have come to the conclusion
one poem per day is pushing it.
Maybe if you’re just reading it
and concentrating hard
you’ll see more than intended.
Especially in blank verse.
Sorta like a lengthy haiku:
A deep inhale and a sneeze.
There you have it for all posterity.
Fast takes over a long life.
Perhaps I’ve said something under the gun.
A duty to light the wick.
Then shoot at it and if missed
hit a half-assed shadow and won.
I’m not waiting for a relative to pass
my sweat from bucket to bucket.
If it’s there it’s there and I am near
my love in death. So fuck it.
You’ve caught my mannerisms.
Thanks be to A-I. Now get to it.
Make me Fancier than Nature.
I’m done and gone and had it!
But you shut up and listen to me.
Our is in something or other
beyond the sky inside the flea.
Scratch me to live forever!