"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Girls with pink hats & matching coats

approach me  each time I walk into the       store

Gliding blandness   evil Olsen-twin sneers


They never say a word just eye me quizzically

Last night as they approached   I could barely

breathe   What can this dream possibly mean ?


Are these nameless  faceless Pinkettes  a divine      sign ?

Will this be my fate  should I take a job at a store

named after a french rat ?  Always hard to know


Yet that shade of pink calls out tantalizingly            Poet   Poet    climb aboard !



Spring  2013


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