Untitled Poem
Some young man told me this pill works wonders
Don’t know if he’s wrong or right
But I do appreciate his blunders
They roll nicely down the incline of my spine
Eugenia Borkowski
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Some young man told me this pill works wonders
Don’t know if he’s wrong or right
But I do appreciate his blunders
They roll nicely down the incline of my spine
Eugenia Borkowski