tolerate
their tales.
wagless
dipped in ink
like handkerchiefs
that won’t
knot.
trying hard to rhyme.
blood and tales
refill
poets and
classrooms
losing grip on
a world
tattered red
and white.
(April 17, 1980)
poetry, scorpions, dead puppies
Poetry by Wenzl Petrak Bautista | May 15, 2011