It’s a new world out there
and while I’m glad to be alive in it
a lot of folks have left me behind
to see how far it spreads
so
sometimes I’m as lonely
as a drop of piss
left behind
in that proverbial boot
that’s been turned upside down
by an idiot reading the directions
on “pouring piss out of a boot”
that are written on the heel
it’s an old sad joke
but the idiot doesn’t get it
and apparently neither do I
since I can’t seem to fall free
it explains a lot
Dark Matter 
February 11th, 2012 at 4:55 pm
Tony, re: Piss In A Boot, you seem so free…living free, falling free, expressing freely! Some of your poetry just hits the nail on the head for me…thoughts, insecurities, whatever that normally flounce around in my mind are addressed and become straight, organized, settled, workable, sensible. Then the thoughts are made ok. Thanks for that. Does that make sense?
February 11th, 2012 at 5:03 pm
Makes sense to me! And thanks.