The Old Poet & Thegoad Poem by jackilton peachum

TTHE OLD POET & THE GOAD


Hurry now-- only a short time left!
Always these days, Life stands at my elbow reminding,
borrowing from the past-- then nights when I sleep
I arrange the poem under my eyelids--
subject line & format: readying for the morning's work,
whilst insomnia stands at a distance
frowning on like an old unhappy friend!
Or sometimes he moves the verbs around
muddies the imagery-- just to piss me off! HE CANE