Foes Flee Poem by John Sensele

Foes foul my path
In this town where I live
Admiring the fire of Sylvia Plath
Whose poetry for a buck I give.

Foes on their toes scram
In this daredevil duel
I win until foes grow numb
If my fuel flies cruel.

Foes in their discomfiture
Plead for mercy
To live a little into the near future
If my mercy courts no controversy.

Foes in their droves
Raise a fleece flag
Running helter skelter into nearby groves
I behind I cruise not to lag.

Foes hit a wacky wall
Plotting to queer my pitch
Too close to call
When I bamboozle their wicked witch.