You and your cheap trick.
Make that plural. Make that ripping
off the Kinks.
Flattery works. Repetition works
till it gets old. I know
Rockford. I remember Rockford.
I learned to walk and talk
in Rockford. Only it was the reverse.
Talk then walk.
I took my time with both.
Wanted to do them right
before taking them to the street
to become a runner and a writer.
Some say poets are not the same species
as writers. They may be onto something.
I don’t really like to write
or run. I have no choice.
I must do them to survive
like a shark.
My cheap trick.
Somewhere along the way,
all shook up becomes
all shook down.
Somehow the island makes an appearance,
and the Flying Horses will be open
well into the night.
One thought on “I’m Begging You to Beg Me”
Should have figured you ran.