Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Poet's House.

I hope
where ever I decide to go
is the place where I'll eventually decompose.
I hope it becomes something special to your kids
as they age.
I hope they bring their cigarettes here and loose women.
I hope they never think twice about what it is they do.
I hope you never find them here.
I attest, the creaking of my porch already
and that it'll prove how worthwhile a person ought to be
if they make themselves comfortable on it
after I had spent many evenings hoping and hoping
I'd make something worthwhile here.

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