Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 8,497 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Airless Wing - Poem by Is It Poetry

Wingless I ride the commode
transmutation into boneless
chicken hen pecked
rolling head
rubber neck
laughing stock bare skinny
shins rusty scale
limed away
ticked lice vermin
splintered bones
dropped off in Kentucky fried.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 7, 2009

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