Burble poem


Leaky slips
In air holes
With close
Watch on
This syndrome

"Cause your mine
I walk the line"

jonny cash

looks like
a face
filled
with
conflict

an angel
eating
barbecued wings

Alexis
hasn't
finished
the non
existent
plot

digging
through
cracker jacks

in search
of slippery lips

a prize
in finger nails

a jerk
in grease showers

frizzly fried

This poem Copyright 2001 Nicholas Morgan.

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