Fred Babbin - Between the Ears

What is this thing called Life?
Life is between the ears.
Not much of anything
But getting old
Love in the box
Love out of the box
Castration love with catheters
Ears don’t hear, eyes don’t see,
What could I be?
But I have lived no life
So I live poetry and 75 lines

Although I don’t do 75 lines
taste the words
They’ll grow on you
Like spinach
Smell the wars and save your money
Isn’t this Land of Milk and Honey?
I am not in any hurry
The God of death can’t make me worry any more.
No number do I have on my room door.

Fred Babbin

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