if you close the door I will cease to exist,
you won't track me down from the clues I left
all scattered around, you know
they point nowhere now
if you close the door I'll remove my head
and reveal myself as the alien dead,
go back to my planet and report
that love is unsound
but I'd rather be human with you
and you know you make me feel like
I was one
and I want to be new and improved,
and you said you want it too
and then you said you wanted to
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.