Wes Thompson

Rookie (Columbus, Ohio)

Growing Faith In The Lack Of An Early Death - Poem by Wes Thompson

my last resort
when left
abandoned
I find myself
most resourceful
a grassy hill
an empty notebook
a pack of smokes
and
a bottle of
spiked iced tea
with the sun
happily pissing
in my face
and not a cloud
to complain of
I have had
worse escape plans

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Comments about Growing Faith In The Lack Of An Early Death by Wes Thompson

  • Rookie Agnes Török (8/1/2007 4:22:00 PM)

    I have had worse escape plans as well.
    Beautifully written, I love your way of working with words and creating full-figure sentences without really writing them down.
    /Agnes (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011


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