Careful, Buddy

Today’s the day for saying no.

Or rather, shoveling your no-no’s

like a pile of snow and packing

them in igloo blocks into a poem

so they don’t so baldly show.

(Careful, buddy.)

Have you noticed? People

are extravagantly delicious.

Sometimes the only thing to do

with one is lick it like a lollipop

then leave it on a non-stick

surface so that when it wants

to make a break, it can.

Forgive my ambiguity.

“It” means man.

(Careful, buddy.)

Here’s what I don’t understand.

Why put up a front?

Why don’t we do what we want?

Next time I snap my fingers

you will cheerfully appear.

Or, hell, crawl like a cowed dog –

fearfully near. Next time

I’ll be the boss. You’ll be the whim

I simmer to a fine soft foam –

or I give a toss. Wrestle in

the rain and loam until we’re

muddy. Won’t stop until some

blood is spilled, or love is milled.

(Careful, buddy: this

could get you killed.)


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