A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

America, guns everywhere

every time I touch a gun
I feel like I am implic
-ated. I've got finger-
prints that stick to
everything. And all
these guns are
hated so damn
much, so hard

It's filthy
getting all my
trace and residue
on such cruel things.

What if it's found?
I'm telling you,

the implication stings.

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