Thursday, September 3, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I remember the heiress
That chain-smoked all day
As she wandered the corridors
Of the penthouse in her mind

And the boy who believed
That he was a rock star
Responsible for writing
The world’s greatest hits

And the niece of the author
Of a famous best seller
That never appeared
To visit her even once

And the man who would sit
In a chair as he listened
To the voices in his head
Only he could understand

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