Patterson Gap Poetry
Saturday, January 15, 2022
Picasso by the door
Picasso by the door
would say
You two, with circators’ souls
working as day labourers,
not allowed.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Return to the Wasteland
1. Behind us beyond the horizon we left the wasteland. Ahead we steered intuitively to freedom instead Of liberty we often recited an incant...
Random decay
Tick there’s a falling away Tick there’s an ending day Tick there’s a word to say whose time has passed Tick there’s a looseness inside Tick...
Poems are not Poetry, anymore Ms. Moore
Utterances perhaps sent forth Looking for acclaim in this world, But no one I can find writes a line of poetry anymore, Ms. Moore. I blame t...
No comments:
Post a Comment