Wednesday, November 14, 2012


I soared on the back of an eagle
made love in the clouds
then took a vulture back down.

I raced a cheetah up Everest
and won gold medals
all the time I smoked pot
with the king of Monaco.

I beat a sequoia, once,  pounded
it to paper wrote a Pulitzer
Prize winner.

These are the stories I
will tell my fans,
my adoring public who buries
me in cash and accolades.

Stories fade to dust
as does my cosmopolitan
and I’m here with
empty paper and an empty glass.

I hope you enjoy this poem as I am a little busy finishing up this other writing project. I don't want to leave you all in the dust while I shoot up to fame.

And by the time we meet again, there will be mounds of spaghetti in your back yard (not really but I thought it would be funny)

1 comment:

  1. I like your poem. I know you are busy but keep up the good work.