As I write
with the long strokes
searching everywhere for the artistic
the scrawls tell
as I express
I shape my language
to curve and caress
my syllables they chain
prose to surrender
smooth words
I do it slowly
And have no resistance
secret marks coupling
with phrases creating
The identity this print conceives
I urge this fable
Then I realize
It is a Fable
after several shots of Irish declaration
As my vision blurs
I laugh, HAHAHAHA!!!
I Howl an Expletive in Exclamation
In my best Irish brogue
“This IS SOME FINE FUCKING drivels
I will not spill a shot over this dribble…
“ AHHH! I’m no POET!
I say, to myself with execrations..
Then I laugh, HAHAHAHA!!!
and exclaim, “Tis good to be drunk with exaggeration”…
GOOD NIGHT KDDIES AND SLEEP TIGHT
DON”T LET THE BOOGIE MAN GET YOU IN HIS SIGHT
Then I laugh, HAHAHAHA!!!