AND LO! THE POET AWAKENS

Come my machine
of bones!

Let us perambulate
around this God-given morning.

Yes...you too
my flesh and blood!

Do you not desire
to accompany me?

And spirit?
If you are willing?

Why not bring
your friend mind?

Oh soul! Surely you
will come for a stroll.

And together
we shall be

this tired old
Donall Dempsey.

This odd contraption
of a human being.

See! Sunlight
welcomes us.

How the roses delight
in seeing us.

And birds race
to tell the sky

that the poet
has come amongst us.

"Ok ok...enough already"
Cut the crap!"

I admonish
the words.

"I'm up!
I'm up!"