Friday, April 12, 2013

Maynard G. Krebbs by Bob Atkinson

Maynard G. Krebbs
(c)2013 Bob Atkinson

mister Krebbs do you understand
the life you have undone
you sent me to that slovenly place
to settle upon a rock

and ponder all that could be
all that's possible in this world
of thinking thoughts of malcontent
and super critical verbs

of course, your fault you know
this kid that grew up to
follow paths which went nowhere
and characters within a stew

you gave me something to aspire
that beatnik persona taken
for many hundred months upon
martinis stirred, not shaken

mister Krebbs trust you to
be satisfied with your lot
that which you cast me into
those words held out for thought

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