INTERSTATE BANQUETA Poem by rutherfordOne of three road poems
Balled bag
cold fries unopened ketchup packets not wasted with crushed Marlboro butt worth a puff or two the perfect digestif. Now served on a bed of berm doused in gray gravy puddles fanned by irregular traffic eddies milepost 178. © 2014 rutherford |
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2014 Last Updated on January 30, 2014 AuthorrutherfordAboutMisguided visionary playing with words. Strongly encourage comments that will improve my pieces. If you friend me, I ask that you have first looked at my writing and willing to offer some helpful re.. more..Writing
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