Jan 2020
Fire engine
ripped
Naugahyde
cigarette burns
crusted
yellow
yoke
where am I
I woke up
and you were gone
still drowsy from sleep
Whit Howland © 2020
ripped
Naugahyde
cigarette burns
crusted
yellow
yoke
where am I
I woke up
and you were gone
still drowsy from sleep
Whit Howland © 2020
Another clarity poem. Basically it becomes an exercise in word association. Very Projectivist and Black Mountain School.
