The Wall @ Penn-Mar 91732 Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The Wall @ Penn-Mar 91732



"I use to live in a room full of mirrors"
Jimi Hendrix


Crooked stop signs,
Flies and left fisted lies;
Buttered, yellowed, belied; spokes centered;
Books, bricks, binoculars, and bright shite;
A binder, a mobile pedestal, duel axis, doodle-ing;
"rope-a-dope"…
Right corner pissed upon, left corner neutron bombed;
And a para-legal, in a parley…
Pointed pin-head; why don't you sleep in any bed?

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: psychological
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