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by Eric Hinkle

No, I'm right:
Life is a duck
billed platypus.
If you don't know
what that
means, go ask yer
grandmother -- ideally,
the living one -- unless,
of course, you believe in
the power of prayer.
I don't.
I believe in
the power of pancakes.
Jumbo, juicy ones
that s q u i r t purple
in yer eye.
C'est la vie

Life is not a box of
chocolates: that's
an in-
sult to cocoa.
Instead, or rather, I mean,
perhaps life is what
you don't make of it.
All the missed boats
and trains of thought
rolling by like an
hemorrhaging antelope.
Billy the Kid once sid
the world is a stage.
I say put yer worst shoes on
and tap dance all around it
in yer Superwoman skivvies


Author's Note: eh. reading too much James Tate

Posted on 02/06/2011
Copyright © 2021 Eric Hinkle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/06/11 at 02:44 PM

I like this write Eric!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/06/11 at 11:16 PM

hahahahahahaha -thanks for this.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/03/19 at 05:00 PM

Fun read Eric!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/03/19 at 05:00 PM

And congrats on POTD!!

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