POEM OF THE DAY
October 27
Life, once
for the humpy
runs. Now, nothing
but safety
nets. Our honey
moon’s over
the still still
Stilly. Our river
boat’s cast
out in the past
tense.
I can go
home again,
technically.
Life, once
for the humpy
runs. Now, nothing
but safety
nets. Our honey
moon’s over
the still still
Stilly. Our river
boat’s cast
out in the past
tense.
I can go
home again,
technically.