Egg Timer Poem
This teacher demanded i write on cue..
put art through an egg timer
she forgot about the soul
how inspiration comes in star bursts
not pulled through the throat..
the egg timer is tipped over
the pencil sleeps in the slot
nothing but sand and egg on paper
what did she expect
Michelangelo or Seurat!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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