Thursday, February 14, 2019

Rob Schackne #894 - The Gnome

The Gnome


It jumps out
of the shadows
with a terrible face
lifts his arms up high
no one can understand
how this creature can exist
poetry no one cares about

no place above, no place below
people avert their eyes
they grab their kids and flee
stray cats don't seem worried
beauty is the beholden
I salute the monster
and watch him dance
he can't stop laughing
tries the funky thing
god knows what skin he's in


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