The Innisfree Poetry Journal

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by Susan Meehan

A SILLY FOR A SICK POET

LET’S BE SILLY.
An old raggedy gritty day
like today
don’t deserve no power
not even if I see you all bundled up
hunched over
sneakin’ a peek round the door
past the corner of your eye
lookin’ for that last Horseman,
the one with the scythe,
and you castin’ for one good charm
one extra-strong curse
that’ll do the trick.
I know you.
Don’t bother―
not needed.

Instead
Let’s thumb our noses
twaddle them in our ears
defy the gray, the sullen day
spit in its eye
stamp on the sidewalk’s lines
and dare the bears.
Let’s watch wrestlers on tv
and bet on the yellow tights
let’s play hearts―
the one who cheats the most
wins.
Let’s shout mysterious words
we just made up,
and laugh.

Today’s a day for tickles
nickels
pickles
wishes
fishes
romolo
romolo
rumph.
SURPRISE!

You gonna be just fine.

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