October 25
ABUNDANCE OF WATER
Waterfalls fail the catch basin and run off to make mud
slide from the hills. Power showers
down, but the channels it uses are not always beneficial. High tide with the push of tsunami wipes out
the coast. Water is the stuff of life,
but God forbid it gets out of control, there is no living with it. I cannot regulate the weather but today I
have a plan. I don’t have to stand out
waiting to see how much will come down.
I may not have every contingency covered; I do have a backup for the
worse than average season. Yes, I did
dig myself a French-drain, but I started by not living on the flood plain.
Travel in your own
good company.
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Basket Ball
Idiots out number poets, this is a fact,
though I do wonder why.
It cannot be an easy lot spending your days
in slow witted discharge;
I would think they might at least try putting pen to paper.
I think I would rather live in a world filled with bad
poets
than drifting on this ship of fools,
The troubadours rise with imbeciles as their cover
and poems fall from favor.
I wonder how I could make verse a contagion,
how could I make it spread?
You may laugh at me, but think what some guy did
with a broken peach basket and a rubber ball.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
