Perry The Possum Poem by mike ruthenbeck

Perry The Possum



I share my space with a wild 'possum,
having been fired and now out of work.
But still, the ocean remains so awesome
in my mind it washes, always a'lurk
reminds me in lack of work to not shirk
for, else I be doomed to obscurity
lost in the hazes of history's mirk
this isolated abnormality
lends neither answer nor finality
a song that all men through life have since felt
all us a conscious singularity
just as the cards on the table now dealt-
so the possum and I play solitaire;
no penthouse on Earth could ever compare.

Perry The Possum
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love and art,poverty,stress,work
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I got fired from the fishing boat, and was totally F-d. my buddy let me crash in his garage for a few weeks. it had two possums in it. one of them was alive. we made friends.
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