Poetry

A Taste of Date
- Doc Wallace

A TASTE OF DATE

By Doc Wallace

 

Hunted by the devil

hiding in a loft,

beseeching sordid vermin

not to tip him off.

 

As I walk into the street

people everywhere!

All are staring at me

just after I am there.

 

I ate a donut

and I cried

because it was so good.

I ate a girl who was my date;

because she smelled like food.

 

Breaking fast into the night

chased by angry men

Why must people be so mean:

Overlook a man's strange bend?

 

Hiding from the devil

up here in the loft.

I should have picked another place,

he's come to see me off.

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Doc Wallace has poems appearing in The Blue Mountain Review, Under the Fable, Quatrain.Fish, V0Ella, Micropoetry Society, Tomb of Words, and seven of his own poetry books on Amazon Kindle. He is a member of the Micropoetry Society and the Academy of American Poets, and hangs out on Facebook at the secret group of professional poets called 'Modern Poetry'.