Last night, at a poetry reading, a fellow poet, Joe Sparks, introduced his poem as “the last poem of 2025.” This sparked this poem…
Knot the Boss of Me
He declared
With surprising certainty
Sow free from doubt
Heed ridden his last poem of the year
Such a confidence, man
I’m not sure I no
Who you work for
In what likely hood
And what
Over seeing
At any rate
It peers clear too me
Dam well knot the boss of me
If there is won thing
I new
Amor, then a few daze remaining
Even in the dead of winter
As a season of wrapping up
Every our
Closer
To spring
From that omni-present lover
The soul certainty
Surprising
