Poor Fred Willard

[pjthompson]

I’d like to respectfully dedicate this poem to Fred Willard. He isn’t the one who inspired me to write it some years past, but he does prove that there is no new thing under the sun.

Rising Star

We all have demons
prowling the verges
of propriety,
doing things
we’d be embarrassed
to see
on the six o’clock news.

Thank goodness
there are high-minded
folk
to keep us cringing
in the dark
with furtive phantoms.
Otherwise, we might think
it is okay to have secrets.

Thank God
there is a morality squad
to check who’s
twanging what
is some feverish corner,
or who knows
but we might learn
to forgive ourselves?

Thank goodness
demons aren’t allowed
in sunshine,
except as objects
of scorn
and tabloid meat.
Otherwise, we might think
other people had demons, too,
demons some might call
human needs.

Thank God
everyone pretends
they’ve never encountered
one lonely, vulnerable, foolish
moment
when all that matters
is that the demon
has looked you in the eye,
known you
to your lascivious toes,
and taken you
on an irresistible ride
to parts
not unknown.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[kmkibble75.livejournal.com]

I realize he broke a law, but... I'm sorry. Putting cops in a place like that? I can't see the point.

That's a great poem, though. Very nicely done...

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you--and I completely agree with you. It's kind of why I wrote the poem. "Victimless crimes" should not be crimes. And police manpower can be better used elsewhere.