DON’T WANNA WALK IN MAGGIE’S SHOES NO MORE
Last night I walked a mile in a famous poet’s shoes
Now all wet & sullied She the first to publish me
So had my promise been muddied? Writing whimsy
& deadpan Genuflecting at the BIG BOXY BOOKSTORE
Oh how can I return the shoes? They will need to be dried
& polished And what about the soles now filled with holes
and crusty Or maybe I’ll just KEEP THEM
And in a perfect ruby-slipper world I will own her genius
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Late Winter 2014
EVIL ASSISTANT UPDATE*
She’s here again today but do my eyes
deceive me? A ratty dishabille now her
most prominent feature I have time travelled
She must be 33
Hair a matted bob not clean Skin pasty white
Hasn’t purchased Chanel lipstick since 2023
Worn camel coat Her mother such high hopes
Evil’s meanness no match for her 2nd husband’s
He kept 2 families like many a French President says she
I sit one table over now 73
And while: Most poets dry up at 50 (Mark Strand)
I remain somewhat moist & mostly chipper
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*(The Wild & The Innocent January 15 2014)
Late Winter 2014
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