I Sure Do
I wish I was d.a. levy
but alive
right now, today,
and I wish I was angelic
and drunk all at once.
I wish my joints weren’t arthritic,
that my eyes were clearer,
that my brain worked right.
I wish I was d.a. levy
and in love
with every broken
bit of time.
I would fly right out of this world
if I were d.a. levy,
my neon poems flowing
like the mighty Mississippi
because I couldn’t help but
live my nature.
I wish I was d.a. levy
jack rabbiting into the cosmos
in shades and old Levi’s
and cool as hell.
I wish you’d come along.
by Jeff Weddle
from Poetry Feast