yellow swallows fly
Above the beach their droppings
spot sad sunbathers
Zen is the sound of
one wife beating you senseless
with her brass knuckles
Zen is like the ox
breaking wind at your picnic,
ruins fried chicken
nubile pole dancer
inadvertently kicks your
eye with her high heel
home the bank robber
lets girlfriend open bank bag
blue dye shoots in eyes
Author notes
found somewhere, written on something...or remembered by dead man in his dream...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Your poetry inspires me to write something like this but alas I have no images like this in my head.
I think you must sit on the corner of some really crazy place
lol
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