This is the last day of National Poetry Month–and National Poetry-Writing Month. This is my 24th poem for this year’s challenge.
Go Away
by ARHuelsenbeck
he’s back
like a bad penny
this time he was gone
for almost two years
he has the sour smell
of someone who’s been
drinking for days
I don’t let him in
go away
don’t be like that
I’m sorry
just let me crash here
I’ll leave in the morning
I close the door
and lock it
he pounds on it
Mary Ann Mary Ann
you’re my last hope
I call 9-1-1
there’s a bum on my doorstep
and he won’t go away
they can’t arrest him
if he hasn’t broken any laws
but I don’t want to wait for that
when the cop car pulls up
he runs away
he’ll be back
maybe tomorrow
maybe next year
he always comes back
lucky me