Sunday, April 19, 2015

NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Eleven



Boss

Take me with you
down with two year plans
glorious five year wait times.

We all went up together
too long to stand still
me now old enough to know

old knees need
kinetic energy or else
seize up at desk chains

never far along enough
to wonder what we're doing
our life's etching ink setting

anarchy turned opportunity
leader less lead leader led
by tugged tail, skinned teeth

dynasty self-dynamites
legacy with laden foot
out now be back while still can.





NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Ten

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