Friday, June 30, 2017

Rob Schackne #379 - 'Why a reader"

Why a reader
tears the last page
out of a book
a lawless fellow
on remand
steals another car
don't touch me
you psychopath
I'll kill you
bless me sunset

call a lawyer
hold me in the morning

burn it all down
a poet counts the beats
makes up the ending

inside and outside
idiocy I guess


  1. and some poets can't count at all
    and even the ones who can, you can't count on
    shake hands
    but count yours fingers after


    1. but the other hand
      holds the brass knuckles
      which work a treat
      and fun for all ages
      (pick up and put on ice
      re-attach fingers later)


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