as i am

it’s still fun
to write puns
to eat plums rich purple juice
dripping down my man Taylored suit
I love a good basket of fruit
weaving baskets would be fantastic
hope the orderlies are cute
they say my illness is min-ute
in a way there are fruits and
then there’s fruits
my kareoke roots
these made for stalking boots
those Christopher Walken blues
the rib that Adam choosed
break free and be your
manifest destiny
as soul as well you know
the word of God will set you free
think of me with fondness
I will try to be honest
a craft to laugh walking the path
to inner light though wish I might
to be an Adonis
I’ll be as I am
a poet with promise.