Sunday, October 1, 2017

Rob Schackne #480 - "Eleven poets"


Eleven poets
careful the mind
is it even divisible
half easy they say
jump on your bike
carrying a poem
down a road of glass
small remainder
dirty and lawless
sun in your eyes
pretty little thing

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5 comments:

  1. jimOctober 1, 2017 at 11:09 AM

    Could there be a twelve poets of Christmas in the making? The mayhem!

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    1. Rob SchackneOctober 1, 2017 at 4:15 PM

      Ha. Way too much mayhem, you're right. Though I'll admit I thought about it for a parsec - until the constitution vetoed it.

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  2. Kit KelenOctober 1, 2017 at 11:13 AM

    it aint heavy ... it's my po-em

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    1. Rob SchackneOctober 1, 2017 at 4:17 PM

      ...I just love the sound of breaking glass.

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    2. Kristen de KlineOctober 1, 2017 at 9:44 PM

      As long as the poem doesn't shatter too - that's all that counts...

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