Monday, April 4, 2011

A Day Late: Day 3 Poem

She Just Can't Make Up His Mind

Where's my top hat with jaunty
slant? A half dozen spout mindless
drivel, voicing their thoughtless
opinions, and her naked soul pleads
for quiet, wishes to be shucked of all
their wrong-headedness.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a day late with this. Yesterday I was in a conference all day and then driving home.  Got in at 2 AM. I just could not write then (plus I was already late with my poem). 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A really fun piece! I tried to use the image but kept hitting a wall.