four five six

i am floating
in a pond of tears
after two or three beers

i’m just kidding
i don’t like that stuff
i am dizzy enough

i should control
my body and soul
slurping milk from a bowl

I love myself
care nothing for wealth
and think i am an elf

if mischievous
describes both of us
the elf is marvelous

my memory
has lost one two three
on the syllable tree

Walt Abbott–1-15-2010