Wednesday, March 10, 2021

New Poem: RIFFING ON FERLINGHETTI

 did the fun thing

 made the love thing

 tried to get the hang of the work thing

 spent the last year on the lockdown thing

 then the smiling mortician appeared

 telling me I had a disease 

 this disease could be held at bay

 for a few years perhaps 

 before the house wins

 and my affairs demand ordering

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 how best to make the most of what remains,

 I think to myself 

as the smiling mortician drives away


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