All I Need....ku

All I need is a cup of poetry
Put it on the rocks
Add some sugar, make it sweet
I like my prose rich so add a little cream
Mix it all around and serve it to me

Me is my poetry and my poetry is me
I bleed prose, as my eyes fill with
Salty stanzas, better known as run on sentences
That run on down my cheeks in order to meet my lips
That soon direct them to my tongue
And they fly, they fly like lightning bugs
While some choose to swat and slap em on out the door
Others grab a jar saving it for later
Poke some holes let me breathe

Cause all I need is a bowl of poetry
Add a little salt
And cayenne for some sting
I like my prose rich so add me some beans
Stir it on up and serve it to me

Me, my mental state is poetry in motion
I’m comatose in a state of present
as my mental frequents foreign lands
That my body wouldn’t know how to interpret
As being real. My pen is the pilot and my ink,
Is nothing more than anxious passengers ready to land
Back on solid ground just to be assured
Gravity still exists, and the air down there is still sufficient

So just where is my pot of poetry
I’m getting a bit anxious
I want it rich, I want it sweet
Can I talk to the manager
Cause I will up and leave
If I can’t feed my mind with a heap of poetry

Poetry that has me
Wishing I shook hands with Langston
And shared lines with Hurston
In the heart of Harlem
With Cullen rehearsin’
Immersing in this verse and
Til my pens start bursting
Writing so much til the paper starts cursing
All I need is a bit of poetry,
At a table set for two,
Maybe even three.

©2007