Charles Hice (May 13 2004 / Heaven)
Poems of Charles Hice
|381.||My Country Tis Of Thee||9/18/2006|
|384.||Mye Day Thursaday||5/16/2013|
|387.||National Poetry Day for Will||10/4/2012|
|392.||New Orleans II||4/14/2006|
|394.||News at 11||6/9/2008|
|395.||Next 50 Years||4/14/2006|
|398.||NINENPMPp NINENPMPp AmericKa||4/10/2011|
|399.||NINEteenNPMPoems The Mission||4/19/2011|
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.