Monday, August 9, 2021

today's poem: man standing on his head in front of a jazz bar

man standing on his head in front of a jazz bar

 

A sidewalk looks like

as good a place as any

to stand on my head

 

Do I note some nut

wobble-wailing in full screech

walk by rubber-legged?

 

Always cops appear

arriving flatfoot, horseback

and paddy-wagon

 

Upside-down-edly

they siren him off

as forlorn he moans

 

Standing on my head

in philosophical thought

gives me perspective

 

Will this world remain

unexpectedly intact

fifty years from now?

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