By: Carl “Papa” Palmer

seeing a squared up column of lower case clauses is how to recognize my poetry
scoffing capitalizations and poor punctuation are allowed to liberalize my poetry

finding my meter improvised, alliteration ill advised, deemed as duly bipolarized
absurd abstractions agonized, lots of archaic alibis for thou to analyze my poetry

coupled verse compromised, reread, revised before rhymed rhymes are vocalized
southern drawl overemphasized, lies devised, endowed to characterize my poetry

chancing chances stigmatized, politics immunized, ranted chants disenfranchised
inured manure undisguised, fantasized, styled somehow to legitimatize my poetry

formalize, aggrandize, coy cliché customized, circumcised to fit spaces organized
I, papa palmer, old and wise, self apprised vow here and now to satirize my poetry

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Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) enjoying life now as “Papa” to his grand descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer. Carl is a Pushcart Prize and Micro Award nominee. He religiously follows one MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!