Thursday, May 17, 2007

POEM #2 (The Secret Crimes of J.H. Murray)

How 'bout it?
You and me, in a tree.
Flipitty-flop, watch me drop.

A liar on a branch,
A liar all his life.

Let it rot in your heart until you die.

1 comment:

Econjon said...

was it a cat?