Saturday, May 7, 2016

Ridley Flock- Two Poems

Whiskey Dream

The old man's dreams
come in a corn yellow

He's got whiskey dreams
of last Thursday
when he thought for two
minutes he was someone.

Then came crashing
back down to the real world,
disappointing himself again.


I'm going to stack
up all the elements of my

Record them in a book.

My children I don't plan
on having one day will
learn about me.  They
will only roll their eyes.

1 comment:

  1. There is some humor here. I got a kick out of reading it.....