I'm pinned on a donkey,
arms stretched toward the sky,
pencil in toes, absolutely hooked
up on this French cocktail-
a party at Paris. of course,
I'm over-whelmed, the practitioner.
like the microwave,
is full of hard wires, well.
a web master that i claim to be,
by chance, much research done,
not run out of electricity,
in reality, I poem around just fine.
Thursday Poets Rally Week 79: January 14-January 27, 2015 (5th anniversary celebration)