Pat Gunn (dachte) wrote,
Pat Gunn

Poetry is a Slap in the Face

Lemons swaying in the BreezeLithmus paper made of cheeseBanana Potroast attracts no fleasArn't you glad I'm not a poet?

Spinach washcloths scrubbing hardSmiling faces eating chardIn strange movies lepers starredWhat if I were the last poet?

If this all seems standard faireNothing does make you so stareAs Curdled broccoli in my hairBoy, I'm glad I'm not a poet

Thought of that as I was falling asleep last night.

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