Saturday, July 29, 2017

Rob Schackne #411 - A Faint Dictionary Of Scars (8) "Old gangster off grid"

Old gangster off grid
One day took up writing

It kind of hurt when
His friends laughed
He started winning prizes

They asked what's the secret

What does a bug house
How will a loony bin
All the treasures
Fix for a time in rhythm
The scars of language
It's a good question

Poets are created by
The scars they mention
Wasn't totally wrong but
Didn't sound quite right
I write because you don't
Made them laugh even more

Years down the track
And friends have changed
Each is some kind of artist now
They're the same people of course
If we don't hang together
We'll hang one by one


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