I have like a backlog of poetry now. I'm putting them up because I want to move on to new things. And sometimes a blog is just a forum for me to say, "I finished this." It's like a deadline. Which is what I always need.
Handicap # 2: Ears
If my ears were lopped, or mailed to lovers,
caps would fit better and I’d never worry at the buzz
of clippers though I’d never hear the sneak of mosquitos
My balance would suffer and I’d have to be extra lookful
for cars, thrown items, the ambulance and police
but I would never hear my life closing;
know Death to be silent, as foolish as a mime,
trying to get my last laugh.
Handicap #3: Leg
If I lost my leg,
I could see a peg as replacement.
But as I’m not salty enough,
not menacing or hairy enough,
I’d probably make a go with a mannequin limb.
Except I’d always feel guilty
picturing the dummy in the window
one leg flapping in the AC,
balancing forever in the latest style.
I'm kind of loving the handicap poems.
ReplyDeleteMe too... cleverly done.
ReplyDeletei too am loving the handicap poems. and i like the peg, but you would have to carry a parrot naturally, and I don't know how you feel about fowl. Do they run in the same circle as livestock? Are they too out to get you when you turn your back?
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