ask your darts
to a truthful aim
unwatering eyes
in the pouring rain
when riding through storms
legs under tables
arms air guitaring
Cruel To Be Kind
my corn hair ideas
drip off your hands
like bay ducks
and sweet and sour pink sauce
i am not getting all of this
or maybe the bulls eye
has already been dotted
smack dab
wham bam
i am all in the cake frosting
without an oven mitt
for protection
is it time?
1 comment:
thats a wham dam thank you poem..you go girl..the poem gets off the chair an shuts off the towns water..
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