Poor Poe Poem by John Zeller

standing still
catching a bullet with my teeth
leaning on a thought
in the middle of main street
pouring colors into my eyes
watching peacocks passing by
spun around by time
facing a book store

edgar allan poe
caught in a revolving door
new york times best sellers
the list empty this week
bought cliff notes instead
death of a salesman
seen the film twice
the commercial won an oscar

new york ballpark hotdogs
tasty with a cruel price
u.n. office space available
rent today get a country free
winding road to peace
now tied and knotted
someone stretched the sun
until the fuzzy thing popped

drops of sunshine pouring
flaming to the ground
fertilizing my cabaret soul
the circus is in town
now lying down on main street
getting the horizontal view
watching poor spinning poe
who definitely lost a screw