Poem Number 23187

as _____ as it seems

jammed
into the dense end
of a burnt yellow mood
with fiberglass and old food;
measured seventeen feet long
and leaking at every
seam, all windows
windowless.
fast sound of
a pencil gone
mad, hissing and scratching
over fine watermarks,
making sense now
because it is in the other room.
06-17-08
-jerry
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Much fun jerry, reminds me of the first
boat that i built. If it weren't for
cussin', the damn thing would never have
floated...f