As a child I saw tomorrow in my eyes
and that made everything OK.
At a Christmas party one of the execs
came up to me with his clean white cotton handkerchief
and said that I had a buger on my nose
and before I could say anything
he pulled the wart off my nose
that had been there for a year,
that had been there through my
3rd grade photo in my cool shirt
and my cowlick.
Do I consider this poetry. Yes.
I know what I am doing. And I consider…
Tomorrow Land Poetry.
September 