Saturday, February 22, 2014

Affair with a fence post

Damn right, an affair
with a fence post,

and jealous
of barbed wire :

now that you ask,
but not that you care,

with night in the scope
and smoke in our hair,

sure as I’m here
and sure as you’re there,

spooky as spoke
those tongues

in the fire,

I said witness

the host,

try your neck
on that galaxy’s rope,

and maybe,
it just may be,

you’ll know what it means
to be out here,




with our fear.


Jan said...

Another wonderful poem to add to my favorites by one of my favorite writers...I of course mean you, William~~~

William Michaelian said...

Jan, you’re a gift as reader and as a friend.

Jonathan Chant said...

Sleepily firing up the old computer, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the title of your (fence) post.

The exhilaration didn't end when I read what followed.

Funny, serous. Great.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, I’m glad you fired up the old beast. What’s next for us? Tetanus shots, do you suppose?