Tuesday 30 September 2014

a thirty fifth new poem...'art of the brick'

My friend Marvin had
A compound nervous
Breakdown - poor guy.
Now spends his
Time playing with
Lego bricks, making
Miniature monuments to
Misfortune for small
Kicks. He says
He may try sell
Them one day, which
Makes anyone present
Wince perceptibly and
Turn, flushed, away.


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