Outdoor Markets
eye-GASMS are artful things of flesh left out by the woods /
she went were-wolves once ate meringue pie before acquiring
a human fedora and impressed all the women at the outdoor
market where butchers smoke meat and flay cigars with white
whiskered smiles. Where were the yokes when sadness crept
over the clouds and a comedian choked on a badly baked joke?
:: 08042019 ::
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
