LITERARY
by Giuseppe Infante
In a window
Watching the garden
I feel unwelcome
On this planet
Full of blood toxins
& various cheeses
Tiptoeing through a stainless steel grater
Like an elephant at graveside
Trying so desperately not to crush a blade of grass
Or those smooth hoppers playing a late night jam
But it’s time to stroll back home
So let it go already
We’re all a bit crazy
& that’s okay
Just keep off the lawn
I asked the witch doctor
To come over for a visit
& exorcise those sneaky ghosts
Holding on for dear life
Trying not to flutter away
For a chance at nothingness
For I just can’t understand
How I used to live in a packed bar
Scents of cigarette swamps
Burning sorrows & same old songs
Blowing in & out
Like an off-key bagpipe
But there’s more important things to talk about
Like what’s for dinner
What’s in the tape player
Or where do we go next
About the Poet:
Giuseppe Infante is a husband and father of two who writes and reads stuff, teaches on the Zoom machine and makes music, all in the attic.
Image by Rondell Melling from Pixabay
