this poem, it failed.

2/20/06

what will I bring to the folks
of Adel and Perry?
my smile and laughter and
well of endless wit, or
shall it flow no more, with eyes the least of merry?

will the sun depart afore me and afford
the wild cats
of hell to loose, frightening and depressing
old corpses and children
both
asleep in the cold?

Or… what?

perhaps I will sleep on it.