by Bob Carlton
.
the knuckle
ball wobble
s
a drunk
en fire fly
blinks here swing
there maybe
you hit it probably
.
not
.
.
Posted 7/14/2010
Posted on 07/14/10
Published in Free Verse, The Game Itself, Uncategorized | Link to this poem | 2 Comments
Todd Herges wrote,
This poem nails it!
Link | July 16th, 2010 at 1:55 pm
James Finn Garner wrote,
Even with our layout limitations, I’d have to agree. Good job, Bob.
Link | July 16th, 2010 at 2:47 pm