The Theater Poem by Jacob Wescott
The Theater
Pulling her hair
Is like dropping a bomb into the country air
Roadhouse Blues
This isn't news
You've walked in
You've met the Hatter
He tried offering you his teeth on a platter
You came in, you sat down
Then you took a look around
Your buddy, Sin, takes a seat next to you
He tells you to look up
You see the Holy Ghost
It's an image at most
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: realisation
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