Marty King Poet Free verse

The Skeleton That Was Me

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
sweating in the port-a-john 
wondering what went wrong

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
walking the shaky leg walk
to any type of water fountain

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
looking at everything yellow
at the mere attempt the simply sit up

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
living my life in the underwhelming
state of parking lot depression

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
daydreaming as the moon 
shined over my offensive, weary presentation

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
becoming lost as that welcoming 
bowl of hot soup medicinally burned the rust off of my esophagus 

the skeleton that was me
i remember him well
thanking him for surviving and adding 
to the autobiographical art that is now Me....

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