Tuesday, June 16, 2015

POEM: "The Whole Book of Poems"

The Whole Book of Poems

You might have
been born any time
nesting on a red stage
an egg balanced
on a trembling chair

you might have
played the cornet
but no no no
you’re here instead
with a great prize

selfish a little mad
the whole book of poems
that is that was 
I won’t repeat it 
history what a chop suey
there’s really no point.

© 2015 Rob Schackne

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