Saturday, February 28, 2015

also ran, not me

birthday 70 out of nowhere
everywhere but facebook
said i was born 1905
FB wishes me happy 110

i join a poetry group online
can i think poetry?
russian major opposition leader
killed in front of kremlin

poetry stares at me
piano wants me play
book wants me write
edit calls for me

read before library
demands books returned
nutball stalker out there
have a nice day, a happy face

melodies want
out of me, me
and you, me, me...
70? not kidding?

i know the wished, not-wished
dark horse racing
through mist over
ever distant hills