Thursday, October 18, 2007

The Man in the Elevator Got Fired

She said it was my fault
I need to be alone right now
which is as unfair as
most bosses or games of chance.

I live in a poem entitled
"Poem of the 48 States"
by a Cincinnati-born poet
who couldn't wait to get away.

The girls were naked in Kansas
in a boy's guiltless wet dream.
But what were the girls in

their own dreams doing and what were
the boys doing before taking them
to the high school prom?

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish I was a poem of the
48 states
and you lived inside me.

-A Kansas born poet

2:13 PM  

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