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”.

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