Monday, December 28, 2009
Two Short Poems for December 28th
1. The Expert
He was the master of the proverbial bleeding.
Like an elephant without a trunk, or a lone molar grinding a walnut.
2. Louisiana Song
And then the muddy ripples across his swamp-skis, heading towards the bridge:
“Low down and dirty chariot; flanked by silos of cotton-weather”.