Into the Porches
daily poems sent to The White House by Thomas Crofts
Monday, September 4, 2017
Poem 187: my head
my head itches.
there are rats in the walls
rustling. i hear crickets
coyote calls.
the big white dog is on his rounds
he will seek the causes of these sounds
but the head remains
my own
infernal debacle
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