This poem has no belly button
no passport
no bill of ownership
It arrived just hours ago
in a crate marked 'Inflammable',
your name
stamped on the outside.
This poem has ambitions
it's going places
your address is tattooed
just below where
its umbilicus should be.
How do you feel about that?
If you catch sight of this poem
shuffling down your street
carrying a flickering lantern
towards your matchwood hideaway
don't call the riot squad
don't dive down the cellar stairs
avoidance is such a shabby response.
This poem wants to mess you around
to gift your tidy life
with rollicking absurdity
with gut-busting hilarity
with tears of cleansing adversity.
Put it this way
It's quite simple
Your hour has come.
Dennis Wild. Just North of Bewilderment. Published by Picaro Press, PO Box 853, Warners Bay, NSW 2282, Australia. www.picaropress.com
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what wierd words !! do I understand them ? God only knows.
The Dennis I uded to know I know longer know , but he still writes loving words
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