Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

taking care of my soul

have to screw it down
tightly lately

being often lighter than air
it tends to float

it gets stuck somewhere
maybe in tree limbs
or under a parked car on a rainy day

then again it often feels
like a 100 pounds of suet
a drag to carry around

so daily i screw it if its floats
or lift it up on a hoist
to drain off all the kind of bull crap
any soul can pick up
when it rolls around in the mud
like a flop-eared hound dog

i tell it that it is most certainly real
however
  unfortunately
                i am not
being only a deranged
figment of its imagination

and that i am sorry
about all the
screwing
lifting
draining and dragging

then it rests for a while
with a smile on my face

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