Don't Ask Me How.A Poem by Dale Pavolko
Sometimes when I’m tripping,
When I am really stoned. I have a propensity, of intensity That chills me to the bone. When it’s getting late, I reiterate, I know what it is, it’s something I ate. I got a new suit of leather. To protect me from the weather. Don’t ask me how, But I managed, to peel it off a cow. It’s a little rank, This one guy said it stank. But, I think he is dead now. Don’t ask me how. Sometimes when I’m tripping, You know, when I am really stoned. I seem to forget the niceties, That’s usually, when I break someone’s bones. I like things that are fermented. This one b***h said I was demented. I think she is dead now. Don’t ask me how. Sometimes when I’m tripping, Like everyday, I am really stoned. I get this urge, like I’m slightly perturbed. This doctor said, I was mentally disturbed. I am pretty sure he is dead now. Don’t ask me how. A lot of people that I meet, You know just strangers on the street. Well they just pass away. It happens every day. Please don’t ask me how. © 2010 Dale Pavolko |
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