If there were a potion
to turn ordinary
into wonderful
I have not yet found.
If there were a medication
to take my dictations
and turn them into
Shakespeare.
If I could find some herb to season
my verbs, my nouns,
to make my sober words
renowned.
If there ever were
I would call my pusher,
wait at the curb quill and pad
awaiting
his pulling up.
my last dollar
i give him.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
If there were a potion
to turn ordinary
into wonderful
I have not yet found.
If there were a medication
to take my dictations
and turn them into
Shakespeare.
If I could find some herb to season
my verbs, my nouns,
to make my sober words
renowned.
If there ever were
I would call my pusher,
wait at the curb quill and pad
awaiting
his pulling up.
my last dollar
i give him.
