Life In The Typhus Zone Poem by Holly Gardner
Life In The Typhus Zone
Those lice things are falling from the sky.
Creeping through clothes, books, curtains
And under doors.
So glad I am in here
And not dying on the freeway.
The radio says I owe the rest
Because I am born in this place.
If I die tell them nothing is free.
Such a nice poem, Holy Gardner. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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5/5/2024 4:32:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The mystery within your poems is captivating. I like your recent poem on destiny, "If I Have Made Magic"