I slug and fluff
beneath my head
the mound of down
from gooselong dead,
The lumps of bumps
brought to my face
stitched into this -
my pillow case,
Atop where dream-time
thoughts get said
and flight returns
to gooselong dead.
Z. Corwin
1 comment:
OK - OK - I want a BOOK! A book I can hold in my hands and read to everyone that will listen. And They Will Listen. They will want their own book to read whenever they want! Your poetry is captivating and thought-provoking and funny!!!
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