Someday
I will be an old
Poet an old man
In an old suit a tie
And a fedora hat
Reading old poems
About the old days
To young kids who
Won’t appreciate
Poetry or jazz or
The silence of the
Mind nature or
Music the mystic
Or the magick of
Life
And it is
Then at that
Very moment
When one of
Them makes
Another fart joke
In the middle of
My reading that
I shall pause
Smile & then with
A magick incantation
Turn into a fifty foot
Serpent & eat them
All in the school
Auditorium telling
The school principal
That they all just
Hated my poetry
And left as I let out
A loud & infinite
Belch and I get on
The bus
& leave
R.M.
Engelhardt is a poet, writer & author who's work over the last 20
years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of
Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review,
Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in
Upstate NY and his new books of poetry are entitled "DarkLands"
(Published By Whiskey City Press 2019) & "Where There Is No Vision,
Poems 2020" (DeadMansPressInk)
Both are now available on Amazon.com
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