High Sierra Poem by Luscious Larry

High Sierra

Rating: 5.0


Inside a cabin, I
chew Ma's
fat while the gang
checks
the windows for
law and trees who
grow outta rocks.
Ma's got a mole
with a long
hair.
I got a cigarette
hangin' outta
the corner of my
mouth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 23 March 2014

i'm sure i read this a long time ago............but i see no comment from me. did you delete one? was i THAT bad. just because i may have told ya ta quit smokin'! are you still on poemhunter? bri :) thanks for sharin'. how does Ma's fat taste?

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Michael Oliver 26 January 2013

I love this style- apparently nothing but full of echoes and resonances like a finely made time piece. Double cool

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