Untitled Poem #1

Posted: April 9, 1987 in Poetry
Tags: ,

There are cobwebs
In my brain
I shall never
Be the same
Put a bag
On my head
And shoot me, please
Full of lead.
This here poem
Is a recital
That is why
It is untitled.

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