…
oh, my lucky penny
was found on a dung heap
as lightning struck
up the hairy anus cheeks
of brown fingered me
on the cusp of world war three
or so the papers claim
as the mad wind howled
& a big branch fell
from a silver birch tree
& snared us like a hare
with concussion for good measure
so it rained dead crows
& the new moon laughed
at my lucky penny
& lucky old me
…
I really like the humor in your poems. I’ve only read a few so far but I anticipate coming back for more.
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