Monday, June 6, 2016

POEM: "Sex tonight"

“Sex tonight”

Sex tonight is like the rain
or a bowl of salty Mongolian tea
and it’s sort of like boarding a train
ah there is chaos and there is mystery
write it the way water flows down a hill
do it like the train gets us where we're going

© 2016 Rob Schackne

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