WHEN YOU'RE TAKING YOUR LAST BREATH WILL YOU THINK OF THIS POEM?
A guy who is breaking into ventriloquism
A red glare in the Mexico City sunset
A can of peas with a fleur de lis
A sound reckoning of last night's debacle
A shitstorm waiting to happen
A certain something that cannot be identified
A left-handed guitar with a bad rosewood neck
A mystery that will never be solved
A wrist watch that's only right twice daily
A question of how the cat is seeming
A concern about loud pipes and frequent leaks
A masterful sense of the absurd
A little bit of this and not much of that
A one-way ticket on the last train
A tired pair of eyes
A secret overheard on the way to the morgue
A moral dilemma with green bunting
A red glare in the Mexico City sunset
A can of peas with a fleur de lis
A sound reckoning of last night's debacle
A shitstorm waiting to happen
A certain something that cannot be identified
A left-handed guitar with a bad rosewood neck
A mystery that will never be solved
A wrist watch that's only right twice daily
A question of how the cat is seeming
A concern about loud pipes and frequent leaks
A masterful sense of the absurd
A little bit of this and not much of that
A one-way ticket on the last train
A tired pair of eyes
A secret overheard on the way to the morgue
A moral dilemma with green bunting
Labels: poems
1 Comments:
i suppose upon my last breath i won't have much time to think at all. but i am thinking of your poem now.
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