He may not sitting, swaying as trees to grass.
The nonsensical in us says it's hardcover to make
anything more of it than we can see,
hiding there in the wood, dark but indoors,
we all can see what tempts us.
Baldacci brings real life to the Doll House -
the fresh flowers that fill an end to stores.
It's nothing to do with you or me,
or random talk, and then you can see me
just standing there like a pro - giving forth
from where I stand, a draft, a pen that
imbibes culture - the standard bearer of life
that can take a bit of prose and
republish as neatly as stacked magazines.
If you could just ask a question -
relevant to no - we could justify how cold
we are - chilled as Chesney is, in hat -
decorated with nonchalance that makes
us all want to drink this collection of
refreshment, an enthusiast making it
all the harder to find one's way in life.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.