Celebrate September Poetry

Drunk

Ants, pirates, and lumberjacks

Photo by Johnny Cohen on Unsplash

Be the ants upon the log, barely sober.
Nothing wrong with hot mulled cider.
Square dance on a piano
played by tigers chasing chickens.
Dip pirate hats in queso, snarling Aarrgh.
Ask us any question, we act stupid.
We are punch-drunk lumberjacks
concealing love notes pressed in comics.
It’s September, eat a hoagie,
toss the clock…