poetry The Post With Rhyming Comments April 29, 2009 9 Comments A poem written while I am away, Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrMorePrintEmailRedditPinterest
whose blog this is
I think I know
his home is somewhere
I don’t know.
Expecting comments day after day,
How will it end? I cannot say,
but listen to the repartee:
Hope I’m not too late for the soirée!
For at this bash
Feel free to crash
And keep your haiku’s away!
fingers of orange
pinched in a door hinge.
make my eyebrows want to singe.
’til brow and follicles are smok’d and black
be praised, it didn’t burn my sack