poems by Rudolf Kurt Penner

beach capsule

Tap tap I hear all your crap
they tell me you got problems
I’m dying to see
like all the water fludding down the plain
I see your face again, the same;
It’s not much to ask you pack your bags
what’s it worth to you to do some chores

put a sandbag in the gap
where they can see the yellow-smelling flowers
Take me there
too far to take a wagon
down the sodden track
I see your face again, I blame myself
I saw your work going down the sink

Snap snap I’m gonna snore
like all old men upon the shore
with their babes hanging onto their
plastic-strap aluminum lawnchairs
It wasn’t much to ask
and I was in a jam

©  2012 Rudolf Kurt Penner

(this poem contains a link to one of my favorite childhood songs)

July 8, 2012 Posted by | All Poems, love & relationships | , , | Leave a comment