Amos stands on a subway platform
littered with stubbed-out cigarettes.
For three sins, even for four,
I will not reverse it! The commuters
skirt his dirty robes, avoid eye contact.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Amos stands on a subway platform
littered with stubbed-out cigarettes.
For three sins, even for four,
I will not reverse it! The commuters
skirt his dirty robes, avoid eye contact.
Thanks for linking, Dave. This one is brand-new and I’m pretty pleased with it.
It’s terrific. Diogenes likes it, too. :)