.if I Ever Could - Poem by Cretan Maineiac
If i could lend you my legs for a day, would you
- pour your own juice, &
- wash your own bedding, &
- flush your own Peg Tube?
- sit in yr chair, &
- crab @ the Staff, &
- tickle my manhood to boobs on TV?
Would you go find a real
pair, to love, honor &
Obey, then laugh your belly laugh for the
Joy you’d rediscovered? Or
still spend your day
deciding your bed would look better along
that wall, the one you moved it away from,
yesterday, Or would you
find your old
Truck & finish the Job you started back
then, after you found
yr Son’s mother in bed w/ yr “friend, ” veer off that
Lonely bridge on
Rt.26, meet that
Maker who sent you- having found the eternal buzz- back,
-in a cloud
-no short term memory, w/
-Terminal munchies, but also
- half a lung, no
-driving privileges, &
- legs no longer up to gravity's challenge amid the
frustrated echo of the
foiled attempt spiraling thru
the squandered days that follow, strike a
deal allowing you to sit out eternity in
cuckold heaven, sharing a bed w/
the Little Androscoggin?
Whatever you might choose, i would still lend you my legs, if
only for a day, if
i ever could.
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