Poems of Charles Hice
|183.||EasterNPMPoem23 Jesus Saturday||4/24/2011|
|185.||Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather)||8/7/2006|
|186.||Elevenish ELvish APrilish Poemish||4/11/2014|
|195.||Epic Grand Doer||1/7/2013|
|196.||Ever After IFF||9/12/2006|
|198.||Ewe Aer Mye Destination||9/27/2006|
Talking AT Me
Talking AT me and not to me.
Making an aside, snide remark.
Blowing past me fearfully.
Singeing my ear; stabbing me with words,
that only I could hear.
Never have I ever had so bad of an experience.
I am sober drinking coffee no drugs are in my system.
What she said to me was worst than any hallucination.
Color of her hair escapes me I do not know her name.