Mars Rover

[the mingo]

I've become a hulking crib tonight -
I go about nodding to this & that
a vivacious nostalgic, my fingers like fishhooks into the stars
rubbing rocks and waxing a wish outward past my bone & flesh

it's terrible, I know, I'm more pushy than glamorous
and no longer can I make myself lean but I rub thick with vigor
I can't count the houses I've lived in
or the untidy bastards I've crossed paths with
no matter anymore, no time -

pie is my favorite but I have no problem with cake
feeding my beast because if I don't
he will eat all the fog girls
and leave me no one special.

[saw]

so hard to make sense of it all
feel comfortable in the skin than covers our bones
we all know the fog girls, fats, oils, and grease ,right ?
I too am a big fan of pie, so I avoid the scale
pretend it's all good....hell, maybe it is !

[sasha]

count me as a fan of pie
(both with and without the 'e')
but I don't begrudge one their cake
I mean
I dig classical music
but not opera
and if you like opera -
cool
...
hey I hear ya
'bout the scale
since the arthritis laid me up
my pants seem to have shrunk

[stilltrucking]

cool poem thanks
I must feed the beast or I will have no place special.
his will to power her power to will
outward and beyond Christmas spirit

[the mingo]

saw, Sasha, stilltrucking - thx for your reads & comments - I appreciate it

[mtmynd]

El Mingo....good to read your words, amigo....

But it couldn't taste better than memates, roasted pecan pie made with some damn fine bourbon!

Hava decent 2021, if just for fun... Cheers!

[the mingo]

But it couldn't taste better than memates, roasted pecan pie made with some damn fine bourbon!

Bourbon? I'm in! Thx, Cecil