Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting

Yes, I Remember Her Venomous Sting The newfound rock the size of a baseball I throw it into an angry window To hear with bursted ear and see glass fall This hunchback world what the hell does it know People, crowding earth with their rabbled lives Amidst this decay, this old dying heap What of ones' life is happy, does it thrive Or just a junkyard were rotten trash sleeps. The newfound rock the size of a baseball I am itching to throw and break something Are my nerves frayed you ask, not at all It is that I know the hurt of her sting. The newfound rock the size of a baseball. I throw it before supper mother calls. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet May 14th 1972