Gabbage Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

Gabbage

Rating: 5.0

There's

a slight delay

at the door—

the path too narrow, 

the crowd too much.

They forge

a cone like diamond, 

and the edges
folding inward

like my doubt.

The director, 

busy swinging

his non-chucks, 

misses the cue.

What a shame.

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