Philip Byron Oakes
Made up to resemble itself. Chubby logic made
the merrier. The fruited put upon a cornucopia.
An addled salve. Maligned up. Cherished down
a road. A feast risen to hunger in the oven of the
next day over. And over. Under the belt stretched
to meet its obligations. Adorned deleting
superlatives. The look on the face to the east.
Directions to the life repealed in the morning.
Looking like but never quite the gentleman.
Philip Byron Oakes responds to art, economics, and Country Music not paying him for his poems.