A helicopter buzz-flapped
low
overhead
I saw a guy
make eye contact
with his shirt off
starting through my back yard,
as I sat drinking coffee and gin
out back. Well,
He turned right back
and disappeared.
The helicopter kept
coming closer and far
and I suddenly put
all the pieces ajar,
and a door opened up
that's me, like a star!
So concerned with my rusty
shovel in hand
(just in case)
there's the guy making time across
the common depression
("flood basin" it's called)
as I stand, waving shovel
at the copter I call. Pointing
jolt jolt finger point!
"There he is!" Hey
Who is that guy? And what
did he do?
He grabbed
a big damn shovel
and ran outside
That's what he did.
As two cops ran by
one with machine gun
and both with yells.
Get on the ground
Get on the ground
It's a bit of a tell
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.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Florida man
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