Art by Ann Johnson

Art by Ann Johnson

 On the Migration of a Poet

we called him “King of the Alien Heart,”

but with similar enough anatomy.

the way he sang at the slaughter

of sundogs was so eccentric!

 

we suffered his quirks

for the way he lit up a sunset

at noon

or made our sexual organs

tingle

with a metaphor

about flowers.

 

he had the attention

span of a duck in heat,

but the memory of a goose

who’s finally made up his mind.

 

“this is how I migrate”

he’d say, holding up

a wrinkled sheet of chicken

scratch.

 

“north or south?” we’d humor him.

“neither” he’d say

and get the glassy look

of a man on a spaceship

spotting the planet

where he was born.

Advertisements

About bensten

Teacher, writer, blogger and spiritual practitioner. Managing editor of bensten.wordpress.com.

One response »

  1. jenny says:

    Brilliant poem. Where did you get your inspiration for that one? I like the art you found, it compliments your poem really well.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s