Delmar Loop

Delmar Loop sat on his stoop, crossing his fingers and toes

He gave such a laughter when he got home right after

The great wonderful news

He would be the best man of the wedding

Watching his friend wither away

The wife was a soul sucker

It would be a wonder if he lasted more than a day

Ole Delmar Loop grinned a hearty parade

Forcing himself to dance on the dusty old stoop

He noticed a small spider, coming for his lighter

So he lit the spider all up with a big whoop

The woman was fascist

All covered in white and ivory lattice

Her mouth was well and poised

For the hypnotic trail into the brattice

Soft and comfortable did his shoeless feet feel

For the wonderful recital for one

Ole Delmar Loop groaned with pleasure

But realized he didn’t want to do this a ton

The letter was tucked in his pocket

Gracefully torn from the top

The words were printed with leisure

And his thoughts were coming nonstop

The rail of his apartment was covered

In rust of another century

His feet were starting to get cluttered

Like those rough boys in the penitentiary

What was the social resonation for this?

Why ecstatic, was he so?

Was the downfall sort of a craving?

Like watching leaves fall while the wind blows.

And by God it was going on noon

How could time find its way so soon?

Why waste all the time, when the time wastes itself like a loon?

Ole Delmar Loop would fly home in no time…

To be the one who clutches the moon

Delmar Loop cackled on his stoop, wandering the steps up and down

Much like a fighter, he cradled his lighter

And let the bygone feeling pass him and drown…

(June 2024)