Steven Mason

Reprobate Blues

I'm a reprobate
i cannot see straight
i'm an oil slick on the speckled sea
i'm the gristle in your tea
bone marrow teeth
reach out for a week
friendly whores doth creep
to soothe my puckered feet
and in my room
where the sun does loon
i do weep

Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 17, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 12, 2011

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (5/14/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    Steven I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing

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