Halfway
Aboard our
pale poetic ship
We’re now
halfway on our weird trip.
I’ve told of
poems—fifty-five!—
That did, in
ways, bring me alive.
I’ve written
of some silly ones—
The kind
a-clog with jokes and puns.
And classic
ones appeared here too—
Upset by what
I made them do!
And so,
today, we’ll take a breath—
Of air, you creep, not crystal meth!
Tomorrow?
More to be explored!
But, please, do not jump overboard!
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