Comic Book
Fractured little comic book
cracked along the spine.
Must and mold exhaust you.
Dullness shows the time.
Turn a page for reading
fuzzy art in blocks.
Squares with tiny bubbles
or just a place to talk.
Staples down the middle.
Two through every fold.
Half the book is over
and several stories told.
Flipped upon your back
where ads take all the space.
Toys for boys and girls
and all the dreams we'll chase.
Fractured little comic book.
Thank you for your grace.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2012
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