by scott from jail

Yet another poem! He must be bored
yawned charles cooper, invisible over all this welling sum
cast about by hypotheses, on tenterhooks
Iraq grovels these days like a bandito caught
in a net of vice
Smallish by comparison
to what is coming, monstrous alien hoard
Ourselves a planet in disguise
Whilst I,
type words
at 1:05 a.m.

Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail
Published: 12/29/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem