Ward 23 A Eating burgers and sipping Budwe watched the idiot (did you have to say that word so loudly?) boxJimmy Kimmel grabbed mebut I pushed him back into the tubeEd Sullivan used to stroll out in the old daysand that shows you how long I’ve been here as NCRbut Ed and I said hello!sharedContinue reading “Poetry Corner : “Ward 23A””
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Poetry Corner: “No reply”
No reply You askI can’t replyan Everest of hesitation mugs the brainyou askI can’t reply Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “The eternal sandbox”
The eternal sandbox Young and innocenttime consuming frivolityequality of youth shatteredthe dinky toyed hourspens and suitsboots and handsa mild game strugglechildren versus childrenlife kept on a a harmless levelfun and simplelost and baffled in gaming politenessforgetting who the real enemies are Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner : “just you wait you…….
Just you wait you……… Waitingever so slowlyimperceptiblysweat soaked apprehensionseconds ebbterrorist fantasies of revengeshattered by command! Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “The Serial Killer and the insurance man”
The serial killer and the insurance man He squatscontentedly roasting marshmallowswhile hamburgers scream inside as if the fat is too hot while far away an ulcerated appraiser nightmares of his next day’s work Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “Post Prune Respite”
Post Prune Respite Men aren’t men anymoreWomen aren’t women like you used to beIn fact you can’t tell the difference anymoreMost of them must be L2BTG anyways!By God GladysWhat’s happening to the world these days? Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “The Lottery”
The Lottery Grandiose plansclinched if only the lottery were woncomputerized swindledashes them on the rocksthe struggle forgottenfrustration rocketshopes dwindle only to be rekindled before the next BIG draw Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: “To A Vegetarian”
To a Vegetarian Do you not hear the screamsat harvest time? Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner: ” Is it possible to go fishing after your funeral?”
Is it possible to go fishing after your funeral? the gnawing wormsprobably reached you by nowcan you be but a pleasant memoryor are you there as I string you on my hook? Robert K. Stephen
Poetry Corner
All in a Day’s Work The surly vodka vapoured foremanhastily retreatsin a flaming pink neon shirtconfidently sucking clacking denturesand Mr. Milo racks up his totalof seven unfiltered Player’ssmoked and held in orange nicotine stained fingers in silent terror in a corner of the factory floorThank God for the small breaks in Life! Robert K. Stephen
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