(Sorry, I couldn't resist)
130 Words
I ain’t a cat
not Schrödinger’s or logic’s
I ain’t a dog
not an imperialist’s running one, anyway
I ain’t a mouse
I ain’t a rat
ain’t got a house
ain’t got a flat
but I versify
diversify
in freedom’s form—
it seems the norm
I do sums with words
and lettuce
which is algebra
of sorts: vegetable poetry
for cabbages
with slug lines:
INT. THE POET’S MIND – DAY
Don’t run away
just watch and learn
don’t spurn my efforts to amuse
I’ll edify you if I choose
or not
We gotta stop the rot
What say?
Decay!
No thanks
Keep the rust at bay with polish
dress the pitted surface with a layer of gloss:
keep rolling and you’ll stay free of moss
That’s deep
Now go to sleep