Overpass Bed Collapses Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Overpass Bed Collapses



We all quake
rumble shake
tumble roll are
as rags tossed
crumble shriek
metal folds the
concrete cracks
roads inverted
flipped to flirt is
death confetti's
winglessly we
float wiggling
laughing hands
clutching beer.

Friday, April 17, 2009
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