My uncle Jake did shoot himself
In sunlight on his own porch,
Having said to me, the day before,
"Them that are taking their own,
are taking them at night;
but I would do it in sunglight!"
And now he's slumping, and is not,
In the sunlight and sawdust
Of a porch no longer his.
Welcome
Here are some poems, short and long. They are even better when read aloud. Enjoy.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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