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?

Saturday, October 29, 2022

the Killer

Jerry Lee Lewis makes me feel 
my debt to humanity's unpaid. Still. 
He is alive and I am dead! How's 
that make sense? Wait, strike and 
reverse, but he is the Killer. Is.
Can't past-tense the immortals.
Part 
of the
problem isn't it? He's alive! I'm
dead. There's an end of it. Wait, 


I too am alive. 

Happy endings fit 
for whoever they do.  

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