Paging mister melodrama
with another of his next-to-
greatest hits, the big boo hoo tale
called how red and tender my feet
got last night! Oh, from dancing too
close to the poor, dead whale. It's
as much as a bonfire, now died down
but we might as well raise a sextant
to plot something sure in a course
of stars. If you're aiming from space,
let's draw ourselves sharp
and not waste
one line
'til we've
skipped past Jupiter, landing
by gravity's time-nicked kiss
in some cratered Mars.
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?
Saturday, November 18, 2023
horoscope says
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