THIS IS A POEM ABOUT CANNED BEANS AND AGENTS OF DESTRUCTION 9.15.17

9.15.16

 

Hear ye! Hear ye!

 

 

A confession:

It will take a lot

to turn me into

a decent man.

In the meantime

I suggest we all prepare.

Stow away canned beans

and hundred gallon jugs

of water. I suspect my maturity

will onset like a natural disaster

something meant to be prepared for,

an agent of destruction.

Bunker down.

We might not make it out of this

alive.


Written at 8:54 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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