peter francis


Poems of peter francis

1. A Stroll Home 2/27/2007
2. The Rock Is the Roll 3/7/2007

The Rock Is the Roll

I’m running, holding in a bomb,
I dash past,
Before you see me I’m gone.

The string is about to expire,
I’m a muse on a fuse,
And an artist will rise from the fire.

That’s how I felt when I first heard rock n’ roll.

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