Poem Shards

  Johanne wouldn't agree if the poem
    were either good 
       or not good
   or if the poet was guilty
       of insanity
          or over-whelming affection?

  So snark-anonymous saidf
       with snort-juice rolling down the
          drizzle of his walking-around (and 
              three shots an hour
                  four hours later
        100 proof snorttle-tons Spice
         Malarkin Rum (made of rice
      and beef).

  I didn't want nay a part of it.  No, not nar nor nay of that.
   So I went off to my tother.
  It was a happy tother of me 
      finding what was lost in myself
  realizing how the heart needs to be let loose
     within the glade of silence
        that they won't say grows
              or not grows
          or say
              enlighten
          or dedarken
     'cause there ain't taint or nar do well
    that takes its heart from the real
    and gives back to the world of fantasy
    those things
       that people don't need words to understand
  which are real
      and smack us upside the head of walking around
  in the posturnaturallies of
      the midnight moon without sweet sight
    of those you like
         the man
               named . . .
from poem page 109


Billy Perilli
  Jan 26, 2011