No Place To Crash Poem by Amy Whittlesey

No Place To Crash



milk without honey
toast without jam
work without fridays
east without lamb

politics without Clintons
jokes without laughs
me in the middle with
no place to crash

what good is verse
if it prompts no return
has unsolvable riddles and
spades to unlearn

nonsense to normsense
again and again
makes the absurd the
province of men

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