Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Poet's Korner

Who’s piloting this pleasure ship?
The skeleton of a misguided
lunatic is handcuffed to the console.
The instruments are fused.
The people in the galley know
the score, but they’ve got
Cobb salad to churn out.
Maybe those sharp rocks will
slow us down.

--Chris Peebles

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