Undergrounded
the night the plane crashed
I thought
the dope fields
could find no way
to search
imagined
all the meta data
arrows point
at me
trotting little horsie
bobbing knocking dinghy
you the boat
Mr Stallion don’t
let me trip you up
your super power
stealthy
wisdom cocky shit
kaboom as ever
someone else
not you
Dear Kerri, I love this poem. Yours, Rob :)
ReplyDeleteDear Rob, but wait, there's another one tomorrow, it's a story. Bless you my friend. Yours, Kerri :?
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