Friday, March 31, 2017

Poem XLVIII: Still Waiting

one of my son's friends
promised me a derringer
he's always coming and going
in and out of our house
slurping his beverages like a movie star
but, so far, no derringer

i'm not going to bring it up
but man
   I want my derringer


little shit better get me my
derringer







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