Woodsmoke Poem by Richard Horton
Woodsmoke
Rating: ★3.8
Joe Orton open on my desk,
Dylan playing in the background,
An unopened Bible,
A stolen guitar,
A desk, so cold,
Dryden sitting still,
Last night's takeaway uneaten,
A waitscoat for fuel?
A wood full of smoke
Joe Orton open on my desk.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar
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