The Ceiling as Someone’s Floor
I live on your farm
I live in your house
Left my deck on Hwy 62
Left my furniture, left my horses
Moved in with you & your kids
Kid you not, something I said
I’d never do
I’m most useful
As a grisly scare crow
As an occasional Paul Revere
For city folk come to your shop
Or a hand in the garden
When my back’s not out
Too old to run away
I sit at the secretary and scratch
My shoulder blade with a butter knife.
I hear a great dragon
In the ceiling above, some creature
Whose stature is more than rodent,
Bring home his prey and
Making his bed. I pray to St. George,
Think of renting a flame thrower
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Well, a Paul Revere who can write spectacular poetry!
I slipped again: “Bring” should be “Bringing”
So you slipped. Welcome to being human, Jim. One can not help but understand–with what is happening above…
Whose stature is more than rodent….took my mind in all sorts of places!
Love the title! You scratch your shoulder and listen to the animal scratching above you! Great images, Paul Revere!!
Your title drew me in immediately. Most of us are citizens of
Kid you not, something I said
I’d never do
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