Can you tell me,
Did I survive the crash,
My poetry did with my mind backlash,
Can you tell if I did live, can you of me see…?
Stuck in reverse,
My clutch does not engage,
No fluid in the system,
Stuck forever in this cage…
Should be writing of what I know,
Of the ocean when the winds do blow,
Of humor and comedic satire,
Instead I sit here and allow my middle age spare tire to out blow…
© ed ~ 2/8/06
Eileen^
what an outlet....I swear Rufuz is the one suffering...while you get fast relief....lol!!
A stinky ending dity!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
My, what a great big plight,
Just take a look around,
Write, and you will astound.