her watchtower, her megaphone

A Poem by Mike Melanson

she beats her children

with her voice, her watchtower,

her megaphone

garbage disposal, third floor window

sill sagged to form

soggy cereal, curdled

creme unwantables,

gone sour

untuned, baritone

bagpipes

blow

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Added on October 29, 2012
Last Updated on October 29, 2012

Writer. Cyclist. Traveler. Technomad. Player of disc golf. Austinite. more..