Saturday, July 30, 2011


He looks to be
a man on a mission.

Not knowing
his mission
is a load
of dirty dishes
in the kitchen.

she went fishing
with his boat.

now we decide:
will this poem float?

ship ahoy!

and truth fell upon us
and we were sorry ill
form pain of ignorance

and, then, cast our shadow
against those of us
who would save us

and we were sorry ill

and hell came up to greet us

1 comment:

Friko said...

Yes, I have one of those. He's quite keen, though.

(I wish I could make out your picture, I'm not sure that it
has reappeared on my followers' list yet)