SolitudeA Poem by Jesse BookerSitting, quiet, reading my book And here comes Ed to have a look Talking fishing, blah blah cars And the stuff he drinks from mason jars Oh, what did I ever do To make you think I want to talk to you? What am I reading?
Why, The Descent of Man The story of how you and I began Against the Bible? I
guess that’s true But I don’t remember asking you Standing, smoking from my pipe Here comes Frank to cuss and gripe Betsy down the road, this and that Is it just me, or has Jenna gotten fat? I empty my ashes onto the dirt And wonder why Frank never wears a shirt Chest hair, white, matted chest hair Does he not know, or just not care? Yes, it’s hot today, this I know So, just go inside and leave me alone Walking, cussing, slapping myself Maybe then, they’ll keep to themselves Here comes a van to take me away It’s not so bad, I have to say The nurse comes in for my placation Knocked her out, solitary vacation Peace and quiet, everyone’s away Let’s see what my mind is playing today Magneto or Vader, who would win? Or maybe, I’ll just watch the world begin © 2017 Jesse Booker |
StatsAuthorJesse BookerMorristown, TNAboutI'm just getting into writing poetry. I'm hoping to cultivate this into a new hobby. more..Writing
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