Big beast of a thing
crashed our party
Ten feet tall
Hands so gnarly
Ate the bread
on the shelf
saw a mirror
Scared itself
Covered in hair
Head to toe
Broke every chair
and archway low
Drank the keg
and screamed for more
then headed toward
the back door
But then it spied
the birthday cake
And with that it did
absquatulate
(October 7th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
