Having thoroughly rejected society
I assure you, I’ll be fine. But
I’ll need my PowerBook G4.
Fly over me in a plane now and then.
Drop down fresh novels. And
A microwave would be nice. And
A generator, I guess. Satellite phone.
Coffee [Turkish-ground], honey, pickles.
Binoculars, a skillet, a pot. And
Matches by the carton.
Deodorant, mayonnaise… My God!
An axe, three blankets and a gun.
Cayenne pepper and Tylenol. Pizza?
I assure you. I’ll be fine.
Wait, one more thing. You know
Those little sausage deals?
Wrapped in dough?
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2007
For those of you interested in reading more of my original poems, there are some recent postings, on my poetry page → Poetrypuddle!