#poetry - The Luckiest

one is the luckiest
two is the luckiest
three is the luckiest
four is the luckiest
five is the luckiest

six is the luckiest
seven is the luckiest
eight is the luckiest
nine is the luckiest
ten is the luckiest

one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten
                 is the luckiest

one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten
                 is the luckiest

#poetry - Thank You, Mr. Keeper (A Note from the Rabbit)

It's a real bad habit
that I can't let go of.
No, I can't shake it loose---
it's a real bad habit,
   Duck, Duck, Goose.

I'm a real bad Rabbit,
found a hole that was deep.
Went down it deeper and deeper,
Yeah, I'm a real bad Rabbit,
   I went down to thank the Keeper.

I couldn't get enough,
you saw that, Duck, Duck, Goose!
though I never made a peep
while looking for the Keeper
of the carrots at the bottom
of the hole in the center
of the inverted mountain

I came down to say thank you,
and now eating this note in the walls
of the inverted mountain
in the center of the hole
at the bottom of this carrot:

     They were real good carrots,
     so juicy and sweet,
     each bite was oh! sweeter and sweeter,
     and they were real good carrots,
     I love you, Mr. Keeper!
     just ask Duck, Duck, Goose.
     Yes, I'm a real bad rabbit
     but they were real good carrots,
     and now they're gone, message done,
                                     ~and I'm loose!!~

the old man and the white duck

last week in the boston common,
during lunch time, while drinking coffee
and enjoying a smoke,
i noticed something absurd.

about thirty feet from me,
an elderly man was on his knees
attempting quite calmly
to place a paper hat he had made
from a sheet of the free newspaper
upon the head of a white duck.

the white duck held its ground
in a stubborn cocksure manner
and nipped at the old man's hand
with each and every attempt,
never turning to walk away,
making no noise at all for protest.

i drank two-thirds a cup of coffee
and finished off two cigarettes
as calmly and steadily
as that scene played out
before i realized i was late
for a meeting and had to go.

the old man and the white duck
continued on with their conversation,
and might even still be having it.
i don't know why but the absurd
turns a part of me on.
i wore a full smile the rest of the day.