Tuesday, November 13, 2012

POEM #23


a bloke watching the cricket turns to another bloke watching the cricket says, you gotta wonder how many no balls the umpire misses. an old bloke with a form guide waits for a hamburger with the lot and a life with a little bit more to it. outside, the day is big bang bright. a woman in her sixties aims at a small white sun, then rolls a black planet, as if god during the birth of our universe.

LJ, November 14 2012.

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