fish heads, lost words, & not much elseA Poem by Jeff Loquistroly-poly fish heads...
whatever...
i sit and stare at a blank screen fingers moving lightly over keys - unable to find the words - nothing ever comes easy as if it was ever meant to be easy f**k 'em and feed 'em fish heads i always say these fish heads, fish heads, roly-poly fish heads nothing ever comes easy or tasty apparently imagine that?! three decades and a half into this go-round and what is there to show for it? thoughts about fish heads and lost words and not much else
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AuthorJeff LoquistBaton Rouge, LAAboutWriter, photographer, artist, old, tired, medicated (sometimes), irritated, (most times) more..Writing
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