Write a million poems by Homer Aseptic
We’ll hide in here,in the Wordplay hotel.
Nobody will find us here.
We’ll sneak around pretending Bukowski.
Our streets are not ordinary.
We are not ordinary.
Life is not ordinary.
I
for example
am a
nut
on a
tree
in a
forest.
The last poem was POEMS DONE ON A LATE NIGHT by Carl Sandburg. The next poem is Blinded by the Light of Your Eyes Poem by Susan Mandel
