Black Snake Squirmed Out Of My Head


I wrote two poems, one up one down
third one ran away never to be found
Clever words from a simple old mind
perfect poem, I shall never find
Writing now to settle my sad blues
can't dance , have no damn shoes
No union means no damn union dues
saw the reruns but it was old news
Clever, sometimes clever as a fox
play a mean fiddle and old jukebox
Sanity is my only sought after fee
mind a rusty 'ole box, I have no key
Words they come on fast and low
Found paradise, too damn lazy to go

Wrote two short poems this very day
found my heart had so little to say
Black snake squirmed out of my head
landed right there on my antique bed
Gave me a vicious look, go to hell
I shot back, you I can easily sell
Grabbed the critter by its long tail
put it in a box sent it in the mail
Note to my editor said, here is a treat
reach in quick, grab something sweet
If only that damn third poem was found
can not see it but can hear the sound
Little screams echoing across the room
caution ahead, enter to find your doom

Robert J. Lindley , 05-15-2015