Frank Fagan

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Inching Into Madness, His Old Wife Still Sees Certain Things With Perfect Clarity - Poem by Frank Fagan

He's dull as dribble; when he speaks,
he reeks; his hair is falling out
in clumps. He's swag-bellied and sway-
backed. His rig hangs upside
down like a bat.
But he does
his chores, and ignores
my curses, and the other women
leave him alone.


Comments about Inching Into Madness, His Old Wife Still Sees Certain Things With Perfect Clarity by Frank Fagan

  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    niceky written Frank (Report)Reply

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  • (4/14/2005 6:50:00 AM)

    this reminds me of Ivor Cutler. that is a very good thing. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 4, 2010


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