Your Friendly Neighborhood Poet

by Joseph Farley


Well, maybe he’s not that friendly.
or maybe he is,
but you feel there is something odd about him,
the way he sometimes doesn’t speak,
or stares at people or things or nothing at all
for longer than makes you your comfortable.
Just understand it is all part of the process of reverie.
The image is planted in the brain.
There it takes root and grows into words.
That must be followed wherever they lead,
even if the lines that sprout make the neighbors
sweat and squirm.
Hell, that’s probably what he is hoping for.

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