all my stray poems-
the ones I’ve sent here
and there
and way over there-
into one definitive collection.
However,
I know there are
a few naked selfies,
literary self-portraits,
that could come back
to haunt me-
and just because
I tore and burned up
my copies
doesn’t mean
they don’t exist anymore.
So, this is my plea
to Laurie, Bonnie,
Jean, Gracia, Kim,
Darra, Teresa, Cyndie
and the handful
of others
whose faces
I remember,
but not
their names:
If you’re holding on
to any of my poetry,
I’ll buy them
all back,
$5 bucks apiece,
no questions asked.
Ha..ha...I love the title and ending Mosk ~ Will there be any takers for the price ?
ReplyDeleteHa, yes I can believe that.. there could be a paper trail behind us...
ReplyDeleteThe inverse problem of publishing. They'll make copies first.
ReplyDeleteYou made me chuckle on a grey Friday! I think I have a few out there too ;)
ReplyDeleteLove that title and my goodness that ending!
ReplyDeleteYour words made me chuckle too, especially the excellent close.
ReplyDeleteKind regards
Anna :o]
Think, every poet has found themselves, in this position, at one point or another, in our lives. I know, I have a few, myself, would love to erase from existence. Good luck, in your retrieval of them.
ReplyDeleteperfect ~
ReplyDeleteMy morning chuckle. Thank you. A rollicking good read.
ReplyDelete$5 bucks apiece...ha! Nothing quite reveals us like our poetry, does it?
ReplyDeleteOh, this is so fun! It is a bit scary how much of ourselves we reveal through our poems.
ReplyDelete