Robert Verdon, #316, Nothing to Say
hitch-hiking into oblivion on a black highway
climbing
the Stairs of Death
these
are the things you wake up from in a sweat
they
are much easier in real life
the sun
in a three-pointed hat wolfs down hot buttered corn
I play
the sarod badly and retire
Ha! Great! I love it!
ReplyDeletenot sure if it's a poem, but it was all I could come up with last night!
ReplyDeletelol, it's a good poem, Robbie!
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