Scraped knee
so tough
his eyes dry up
when the pants tear through
and a red pearl forms
only sand
drifting out of his eyes.
Swirling crystals enough
to dust
his durable
stegasaurus band-aid.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
Scraped knee
so tough
his eyes dry up
when the pants tear through
and a red pearl forms
only sand
drifting out of his eyes.
Swirling crystals enough
to dust
his durable
stegasaurus band-aid.
Do I detect the hand of the mysterious Shonni Vortex in this? If so, get her into an MFA program on the double!
actually, this is just plain old me. But since I’ve long aspired to write like an 8-year-old MFA candidate, I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment 🙂
For folks not on TRBpotd list, here’s a genuine Shonny Vortex poem, sent around this morning:
The Rain Is Singing
by Shonny Vortex
The cars are parked,
The dew is down,
This is the time when the
rain is singing all through the
town.
-Cecil