SOMETHING how you don’t care
(he never takes me anywhere)
out on the lawn i lie in dreams
big dipper licking all of me
and congregated ants vote for me
;don’t you mind? don’t you care?
sleepy do, sleep do as my feet
point to the rising moon
don’t you tell me what to do
within my skull is an equal
as colleagues in a ring
(unless it’s all within my mind
shoo be doo; don’t tell me
what to do!)
as i walk along cobblestones
in the deepest part of
New Orleans i can see (i can see)
warlocks and vampiric needs
dripping down by the brimming river
i hear a lover sing under an arch
of a church entrance way:
“i shall love you till the blood
of all humanity has dried up!”
it’s overdo, shoo be doo, don’t
cha tell me how to feel or what
to do! Shoo be doo!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 