John Morony Poets
a group poem
Trunk packed and ready for nowhere,
Manuscript tells stories in spots and dashes called songs.
Song list on the lampbase doubling as a microphone,
The man looks lonely and lost
As though he’s taken one last look before leaving
It reminds me of Jumanji.
What is the lion doing in the house with a police hat on?
The light is on and it’s already daytime.
The boundary line between the man and the lion:
The antique collector’s lounge.
This is one scary cat.
He dominates the room.
This is the lion’s domain,
The man is his pet
It’s a jungle in there,
This strange man’s den.
Cat in a hat.
There’s a dog wearing a cop hat.
The dooryard echos of an open suitcase.