Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Heading for happiness
heading for home
lopsided grin and a poem
lodged in the back of my throat
coughing to get out
hack, cough, splutter, choke
poem

Don't you know I feel like a
jackass most of the time
Donkeying down life's trail
chasing a carrot stick that's not mine

Reaching
tentatively out I stretch
to touch light
feel what it's like

There's nothing compares to a
well-placed jab
a quick thrust
a clever stab delivered sharp and precise
by a deft hand
painless
it bleeds laughter

And the donkey burrowed on
hee haw
hee haw
hee haw
And the carrot stick dangled
dallied and dangled
a knows hair
out of reach

i like the pretty words you use. take the top bro

carry on!

geoff

have the top