PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

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Just keep rolling sidewise, straight

ahead, or along. The trick is to write

as you roll. Retired from way too many

non-moss gathering venues, this is how

cookies crack and how writers crumble.

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Rolling more slowly each year, when

you come visit me in thirty years,

stop smiling at this point please,

I will only mumble and drool if you

ask about some esoteric allusion I

wrote forty years earlier. Expect

to be disappointed with the answer.

You roll and roll and eventually

you stop rolling. 

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I grow older. My ink well is dry too.

I now make paper airplanes from hand 

typewritten verses. The kids will like

receiving poetry this way.

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Fallen arches are inevitable, gray hair.

If I use 8-1/2 by 11 paper stock as a prop

or clip out obits and epitaphs for support,

someone might figure out why my name keeps

appearing in the credits as author.

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Thus elevated, my socks will have holes

and the toes will show their best literary

features; ingrown metaphorical nails

and simile scabbed bunions. These will

be known as poetic feet.

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In the end, I will become you. It was

my goal all my days. Even though my path

was wobbly, like dice, I rolled. When I

tumble to a stop from the last cast, all

my attributes will drift across the game

table and land by chance in your suddenly

acquired ability to roll better.

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allets

01-22-16

120p

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