crashing the party

Crashing The Party
7-4-13

Self pity parties are crashed
By the attitude of gratitude
Overturning all tablesof wine and cake
Of such introspection that I would rather renounce and forsake
Where High And Dry was his favorite tune
Where the days get shorter
As waning is our summer moon
Where it is never too late nor too soon...




Wild Berry
7-4-13

I broke my fast on generic pop tarts
Knowing that such an undertaking is not official
Until nine tonight
Taking my sustenance while I can by day
In its partly cloudy available light
Soon to expect the unexpected
In my fight or flight with a pen of a ready poet
Whom just wants to smoke and write
Breaking my fast on generic pop tarts
To the background noise of Radiohead's electronic farts
In that I haven't used such a word in years...





Gelateria
7-4-13

Our farewell to our Pope
Was like a Woodstock of sorts
Of gelateria in every alcove
Like the altar standing fast upon every high place and grove
Where there is much for the offering
Over which no man has strove
In that our farewell to our Pope
Is as a Woodstock of sorts.....





Title
7-4-13

Call me a Dan
For soup from a can
Give me a title of honor
Not for myself but for he whom sends me
To a place I can go without leaving my front door
Call me a Dan and a man with a plan
As a title of poetic regard
Call me an ace
Call me a wild card
Call me a poet laureate
And I will accept the compliment graciously
As God wants me to...