The Desktop Is Bare
My computer
crashed &
burned.The desktop
is bare.The ghosts
of Hemingway
& Thomas Wolfe
float thru
the air.A window
of opportunity.Tuck &
roll into
the past.Pick up
the
jaw bone
of an
ass &
smite the
onrushing future.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
My computer
crashed &
burned.The desktop
is bare.The ghosts
of Hemingway
& Thomas Wolfe
float thru
the air.A window
of opportunity.Tuck &
roll into
the past.Pick up
the
jaw bone
of an
ass &
smite the
onrushing future.