Friday, February 28, 2014

Michael Cluff- A Poem

Gusts 1

The cheeky breezes
bromides hiding prejudice
in social
intellectual insults
unsettled Noelle
much more
than the wild winds
of plasma
shooting off
the sun
a boiling brontosaur
which never hides
behind homilies
traditions, any isms
and the three piece
pinstriped suit
her professor
almost always
dons at dawn.

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