Herotomost….
No one is sure
if his name
is humor or truth,
but people like
this poet’s brass.
Spinning poems
on a turntable,
he mixes Mexico
with New Orleans
until it speaks
his brand of blues.
There’s not many
tears in his ink bottle,
just margarita shots
thrown down
in tell it like it is verse.
If the reader rides in on
a literary high horse,
his poetry will boot scuff
their attitude until their whining,
“I wish the hell I’d
written that.”
Hero doesn’t always
write with splinters.
There are times
his muse will sit him
under a cantina star sky
to ponder whether lovers
prefer their romance steamed
with a little Cozumel sand
or Crescent City moon.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
You really brought out a lot to love about our fellow toad, Susie, well done!!