My Long Poem
My long poem barked like a dogWore an orange madras headdressRefused to change the light bulb. My long poemWould not weep. Lilies begone, sweep your wiltedBirthday selves like balloons dragging the lakeFor a child. Sweep your pitiful blue angelsBack into their chimney.The foundation has soot like satin. My unfooting Begins thus. Scars begin movingOf their …