707 Sometimes, more than gas. 9-10-17 (check the word search box)

I’m an old man farting poetry,
most times leaving merely
an unsightly brown-green
bull-shit stain
inside my whitey-tighties.

But-

Once in a great while,
I get it right,
the poem punching with the force
of a well focused fist
on the point of the chin,
leaving a reader on his ass,
a “be-back-in-an-hour” sign
flashing across his forehead,
the poem-stench filling
his reeking, word-wrecked world
with the potent perfume of clarity.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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3 Responses to 707 Sometimes, more than gas. 9-10-17 (check the word search box)

  1. CorinneL says:

    I love this! Just found your blog via Facebook. Will have to share with my dad.

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