Saturday, February 21, 2015

Robin Pinkman- A Poem

someday as an old
man i'll visit Epis-
copal churches and
sit in back like you
buy old discarded
family albums

Bored as a whore,
tired as a pillow

it lingers over
freight from every-

where  from all over
the world tonight

great machine arms
and legs languish over

black water  as waves
kick up, or seem to.  

         Hercules 11

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