A POEM Spilled From My Left Shirt Pocket…

[Jean Paul Sartre stated essentially, (In my own voice): ‘You are nothing; but only what you’ve done.’]

Photo: F. L. Willow-Rogers Jr. / ART: ‘before-the-after’~a NYC, h.s. space

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It’s true I need simplicity

But just can’t throw you away.

Neither rid my shelves of rubble and yarn.

Old tablecloths seem wholly sacred

To dieting patterns and habits.

^

I bundle and save my manuscripts.

But allowed would hire some billy goats,

If only to mow the lawn.

They cooperate after munching awhile.

^

Bats in the belfry are hard to find.

If only these guys would fly with me.

Still left wondering — no imagining,

Where the heck bats out of hell go on to roost.