Richard's Poetry Pavilion
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Eat your ego chips
Eat your ego chips that fall from off your shoulders, chipped beef smothered in self-love.
crestfallen
crestfallen crust open oven soon too often fall you you suffering soufflé.
She stirs
She stirs -- the cup brim brings smile to the lip edge.
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