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
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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