When you write a Ficly
You push one off the recent list
Why don’t you comment on that one ficly
Just do it
It doesn’t matter if you liked it
hated it
equated it to being overstated
Underrated
outdated
It was created
for a reason
Like everyone breathin’
Here
The same summer season
In the northern hemisphere
this evenin’

Yes, This is another last minute poem
When I die I want my headstone
Draped in lilacs
That’s all I ask
They remind me of childhood
I can’t smell them and not think of a time

When I could
Watch dragonflies
and not agonize
about being misunderstood

the world
is all I got
and what I want
Is what I need
My pride is gaunt
The truth is freed
The tooth will feed
The stomach a mangle
Of mush the body can handle
Such is how so much love
is edible—
It’s mashed down
Into incredible
tasting hash brown
and ketchup
in the morning
forming
a feast
for bad breath none the least;
breakfast in bed

Let me feed those teeth
doesn’t matter what’s said
‘I love you’
carries little cred
gotta show you
instead