bad poetry
… never written a bad poem in my life
just unfinished some are
unarmed nukes
waiting whispered in the wings
mirror on a shelf in a space inside myself
like the rhythmic oscillation
of the ice-box against the wall
whispered-waiting
that don’t eat or sleep
that ain’t got no shame
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an example of god’s morbid sense of humor
A poem by Henry 7 Reneau Jr. of Davis.
Published on 01.13.11