sotto voce

I would not admit this to another soul
but I will to you, sleepless reader: I
need a ride home.

Too much,
much too much of a good thing!
On that road to death, low tones
accompany me, dulcet ditties echo;

since the realization of fallibility, as seen
on TV, I’ve been swingin, the choir’s
been singin, the bell’s been ringin,
the bee’s been stingin and so on.

Keep it under your hat.

*Originally published in Emprise Review.

Keith Moul‘s poems and photos are published widely. Finishing Line Press released his chap, The Future as a Picnic Lunch, in November 2015. Aldrich Press has published Naked Among Possibilities in August and No Map at Hand for 2017; Finishing Line Press published Investment in Idolatry early in 2017.

Website: http://poemsphotosmoul.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @keithrpoet