Saturday, August 08, 2009

Due: A Saturday Poem


Wind blew in today, a bad one.
Some said twister.
I was playing snooker at Sing-Loo's.
He sells single cigarettes to all ages, for five cents.
We heard nothing. No ripples in my draft.

Three blocks over, Mrs. Ludder's roof left town.
And the cross on St. Brigid's skewered
Jim Blidwort's Holstein.
Rack 'em up, Eddie.
That cow was due for the abattoir.

c. Ciprianowords Inc. 2009

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