Friday, 15 April 2011

13/30 Donny (for Mr. Jackson)

(For Mr. Jackson)

Some day
I’m just gonna
crawl up into
one of these poems
and stay there

til someone comes looking for me
tells me dinner’s on the table
and what’d I get myself caught up in now.

c. e. amato

p.s. If this piece makes no sense to you, then you haven't been reading Donny Jackson's work.  Get on it.

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