Chocolate Chip On His Shoulder

A Poem by Richard

One night in late orchestra
October played and fell
A man turned fifty shades of red

He never learned to spell
Rings that glow around the buildings
Built by astronauts at noon
Quietly debating Whether
There really is a moon
A gunshot left the chamber of commerce
Bleeding from a gun
Politicians open sidewalks
And enter the mouth of the sun
I remember, for example
Something went quite wrong
When the pale grinning bandit
Sang a hoarse October song