“poet, it’s your day,” she says.
groggily growls the growler,
“what’d ya mean?”
“the sun came up today early,
but partly cloudy interrupt-us has arrived subsequently,
worse, the Great Swami Interpet predicts rain comes
heavy this afternoon on our journey home.”
he reflects upon his craggy, scraggly image that is
reflected upon the cold brewed black coffee.
replies carefully without thinking,
“today I will commence writing under
a new guise, a new name, a different persona!”
“whom shall we be today then?”
“come back to bed revelation poet”
sunrain
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
“poet, it’s your day,” she says.
groggily growls the growler,
“what’d ya mean?”
“the sun came up today early,
but partly cloudy interrupt-us has arrived subsequently,
worse, the Great Swami Interpet predicts rain comes
heavy this afternoon on our journey home.”
he reflects upon his craggy, scraggly image that is
reflected upon the cold brewed black coffee.
replies carefully without thinking,
“today I will commence writing under
a new guise, a new name, a different persona!”
“whom shall we be today then?”
“come back to bed revelation poet”
sunrain
how poems get plucked from trees of passing conversations and new poets
come into being...