Poem: Only a Stone

 

Only a Stone 

 

how dare i kick it. 

chuckle while it rolls.

me of crass flesh,

immature toddler

who slaps an old man’s crotch.

 

it’s true. 

i tease this immortal scone,

toss it with my toe.

a hobo’s kind of roulette:

which face ends where,

which will look up,

gnaw on a fallen moth,

or kiss a tigerlily’s paw?

 

i need this.

something.  anything.

imagination.  

persistence.

survival.

a decent bet.

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