THIS THOUGHT OF SUSAN

by John McKernan

 

 

Is probably
What powdered uranium tastes like

Yes   She was the word floozie to a T
But that word
Does not rhyme with the word pain

Why am I looking again at these photos
We’re sleeping on some white beach at midnight
Who could have taken this picture ?
What an intriguing corpse I’ll make

My brain loves
Is skilled at dread
Very busy tailor
Stitching darkness
Around the edges of any bright candle

 

 

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