Poetry

i used as a coaster Poe's book of complete works for my beer and as i watched it sweat on this day a particularly humid can't get used to it day i may have stated that i had contemplated being buried alive coughing but not even in a coffin but in floor boards or in mortared walls all be it still sealed in breathlessly taking away my living all gasp forgiving as if bitten by an asp that slowly emotionally takes me to the river but delivered with empty pockets my shoes and socks off but not a dime so casts off the ferryman throwing sticks telling perhaps if he can come back to see if money i have in hand to take me to that promised land but never can i to get for i'm just a poe boy from a poe family momma mia momma mia let me go