Monday, December 10, 2007

OH NO MY POEM IS LATE

Late.
A late poem,
past the midnight hour.
Is there an earthquake?
Bob Dylan reincarnation?

Caffeine pills,
distort the lateness,
26 maladjusted chickens.

2 comments:

Rebecca said...

ahaha
maladjusted chickens

Brian said...

Ah, brilliant - by submitting your poem late, you took badness to a new level, refusing even the convention of obeying due dates. very clever, Reba, very clever.