Your favorite Muppet
is the puppet you are now
I liked Gonzo best.
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Monsters can’t get me
beneath my favorite blanky
I’m safe from the world.
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We know there’s no elves
only kids write to Santa
we write to ourselves.
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Songs of innocence
through the ears of a child
we learn new language.
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And we wonder where
wonder has gone we wise men
lose how to be boys.
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So many of my childhood heroes
now lay in ruins
underneath this broken Acropolis
beneath my hands and feet
where I used to bow below their pedestal
I now walk up to reach the Parthenon
this perch upon the Acropolis
this temple built by pagans
that has served as a church and mosque and weapons magazine
surviving Zeus, Allah and even Christ Himself
until the very same ammunition it had been keeping
to guard against its own destruction
set off to turn 2000 year old pillars into pebbles
burying heroes in to time capsules
to be dug up in memory mocking poetry
with its reality
reminding what is real and what can never be
till we need
to turn poetry into reality
as it can be for children
believing anything is possible
even the powder keg of make believe.
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