Plastic
By Dan Leicht Paul was very tall and now I have his skull but that’s not what this poem is about at all Relax it’s a replica given to me as they were cleaning out the office of a surgeon…
Have A Good One Please rate and share you if enjoy. Thank you, Dan More poetry available @ Spillwords
nightingale It started out as a song, the one that happened to play as he made that sharp turn around exit twenty-five on their first date. She was passing through the radio stations not wanting to listen to a song…
Some perfect elixir resting in the hand not holding the pen, swapping when the fingers grow too cold Spilling out some story to purge your mind before venturing back out into the deep, often times intimidating, landscapes Break a sweat outside one…