Jim
Didn't really
Die in
71
He actually
Moved back to
The states &
Drank alot of
Booze
Where no one
Recognized him
Or knew his
Name
Then one day
He showed up
On my doorstep
Asking for a
Notebook & a
Pen claiming
He was once
The Lizard King
And that's
How it all
Began
So I let him
Move into
My basement
Where now he
Just sings old blues
Songs all day long
And quotes Rimbaud
& William Blake
He just
Drinks beer and
He never bathes
His old leather
Pants reeking
Stinking
Of pee
But his
Writing
His poetry
Is amazing
But mostly
All about his
Beard & magical
Realms where
Old guys who
Only have beards
Are kings
He's strange
But he's Jim
Last week
I gave him a
A Taylor Swift
CD just to
See what he
Would do
He uses it
As a drink
Coaster and
Is now convinced
That the end times
Are nigh
I agree
About R.M Engelhardt:
R.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet & writer whose work over the last twenty some years has appeared in such journals & magazines as Rusty Truck, Thunder Sandwich, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Writer's Resist and many others.
His new book of poetry is " Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems" (Alien Buddha Press 2018) and is available on Amazon.
He currently lives & writes in Upstate NY.
www.rmengelhardt.com
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