maybe tomorrow
Posted: March 8th, 2018, 4:50 pm
eleven poems ago
I was paralyzed
now I am able to speak
and number twelve is part of a series
a dozen new ideas
added to the cookbook
seasonings
from a restless mind
what is a man to do
when a quiet voice
barely audible in the traffic
of universal time. barely a blip
on seismic boulevards speaks,
a wee peep is heard in the cranial din
sounds from a flightless bird
an avian zombie that looks like me
looking in a mirror at our family resemblance
and I understand bird language
and he tells me this is the last poem
of all time,
or at least
until tomorrow
oh brother where were you
those nights of abject silence
when I knew nothing of you
and I sat posed for greatness
and mankind had let me down
dino always told me
you can trust in a kiwi
I was paralyzed
now I am able to speak
and number twelve is part of a series
a dozen new ideas
added to the cookbook
seasonings
from a restless mind
what is a man to do
when a quiet voice
barely audible in the traffic
of universal time. barely a blip
on seismic boulevards speaks,
a wee peep is heard in the cranial din
sounds from a flightless bird
an avian zombie that looks like me
looking in a mirror at our family resemblance
and I understand bird language
and he tells me this is the last poem
of all time,
or at least
until tomorrow
oh brother where were you
those nights of abject silence
when I knew nothing of you
and I sat posed for greatness
and mankind had let me down
dino always told me
you can trust in a kiwi