Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
That beggar - One leg long, one leg a stump, What’s on his mind? Her Highness the Queen Is ******** In a toilet at Buckingham Palace Summer night - There’s joy also In aircon and loneliness My teeth, I smoke Are they white? Color of tea leaves The old man Sweeping the streets Bent like the letter r He cried once, The boy, car screeching, Then silence My blue suit Splattered with the droppings Of a city pigeon Hanging down My ***** Like rice bags
0
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Train to Buson
That beggar - One leg long, one leg a stump, What’s on his mind? Her Highness the Queen Is ******** In a toilet at Buckingham Palace Summer night - There’s joy also In aircon and loneliness My teeth, I smoke Are they white? Color of tea leaves The old man Sweeping the streets Bent like the letter r He cried once, The boy, car screeching, Then silence My blue suit Splattered with the droppings Of a city pigeon Hanging down My ***** Like rice bags
My tribute to Buson
Written by
44/M/Hong Kong
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem