Thursday, January 14, 2010

Quick Write Poem

It's been a while since I drank lemonade or heard the name "Lefty."
It's been a while since I thought certain thoughts.
What happens to those thoughts?
Does it hide in its little apartment in one's mind
And shut the door with lock and key
And become that bitter old lady that never her leaves her apartment?
Maybe it died in there.
Who would know?
Or does it pack its bags and take the shuttle into someone else's mind.
Why doesn't it say goodbye?

It's been a while since I thought certain thoughts
and drank lemonade with Lefty.


Kevin N.

No comments:

Post a Comment