Watt's a Bucket List?

nat-lipstadt Poems

Bucket List By Harriet-Tecumsah Watt **What's left when it's done No more to cross off with glee No more to choose from** http://hellopoetry.com/poem/648367/bucket-list ~~~~~~~ never write angry, wise counsel for most, but not this holy ****** off poet~person I am your bucket, I am on your list, or I better be, and don't be thinking, my dearest poetess, that you are all done, till we meet in the park, ass-freezing, beneath the Golden Gate Bridge. You, my Hamlet, always questioning and annoyingly annoying keeping me ego-honest, Ergo you are on my the toppiest ten of my numerous bucket list of lists, and I ain't crossing you off, no way, no how. Word-slapping your face, frustrated and infuriated, Watt is left for needy me in a world with no rhymeslut broke, busted, disgusted, life can't be trusted, so take your disruptive crying poetry, bring to me in NYC, and I'll take you to poetry slams, tango parties, a real Chinatown, blow smoke up your nose, Waltz step on your toes, drink with you in Central Park at five am, visit half a dozen museums, take you to the ballet, and then you can maybe, cross a few to-do's off of our mutual intersections. write poem lines together alternately, hell, even post-modern alternatively, if that is watt it takes to slap the Most Uncommon Sensibity into a woman asking an A+ stupid question you are one of gods most hauntingly lovely gifts to me, and I ain't giving you back, NFW No-red-me-likey-heart for Watt's "I'm All Done Bucket List" poem, just me bucking the trend, just a lightening bolt to send up your sorry-for-me *** and a private, tender, missive. I'll come to you if you feeling blue, but get this straight my Indian chief-girl, no matter where or when, you better have yourself Sequoia tree hugging me, list unchecked, and not till then can we toss, our lists, in the trash bucket they belong in. Am I clear?