prathap suthan

Pot Is Good, Pot Is Great - Poem by prathap suthan

The blues stretch across the sky.

Part of it fades into an orange sunset

Fire! Screams the execution squad.

Bullets are cold, very cold.

Yes, there’s ice in the refrigerator.

Fridges look their best in white.

Polar bears must be hibernating.

What lovely caves in that canyon!

Must frame that photo tomorrow.

But I also have to see her.

Hope she likes that new coffee shop.

They play some good music there.

Wanted to jam with John Lennon.

Are there green strawberry fields?

Haven’t been to New York lately.

My friend has her exhibition on.

A long time back I saw the Moon Rock.

Neil Armstrong isn’t the famous cyclist.

I want to buy a Ducati, now.

But my cheque will bounce.

These new bankers are Shylocks.

Funny the man who shakes his spear.

He doesn’t put it back inside a quiver

Arrows fly like locusts to eat clouds.

Mummy was a terrible movie.

Ouch I haven’t paid the dvd rental guy.

What after Blue Ray discs?

Look! A flying saucer conference.

The blues stretch across the sky.

Like my favourite pair of jeans.

Wrangler is a solid jeep.

I love rocky mossy outdoors.

Oh yeah, this trip needs another drag.

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  • (12/15/2009 2:35:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2009

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