Friday Poem

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