Sunday, April 29, 2018

Rob Schackne #643 - Outlaw's Honest

Outlaw's Honest

                       for Kris Hemensley

Give us a call orbit
slow me mine now
whistle does it love me

ah rock was young
time & space waiting

these poets reading
dreaming of their turn
twenty-four hours thirty-six
don't hold your breath
utter delight don't laugh

the spin barely works
probably your turn next
left home this afternoon
did you hear the coppers
it all drops in autumn
bicycle tyres are to flat

the long road ahead
it be my turn soon


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