Saturday, October 28, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 344 - Undergrounded


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

2 comments:

  1. Dear Kerri, I love this poem. Yours, Rob :)

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  2. Dear Rob, but wait, there's another one tomorrow, it's a story. Bless you my friend. Yours, Kerri :?

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