Friday, July 8, 2011

poemS of the day 07.08.11

fondling

american
son
cleaning
his glory
with loud music

infesting
the morning

thinking
of the coming night
i put down
my book
of gloom

and fondle

my set
of sharp
copper
keys.




reading poem

needing
another
beer
i put
down
the poetry book
to go
and reread
the fridge.

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