Poems from jswaney
I am bored. Bored bored bored.
This poem is over.
The email appeared in my inbox.
"You have a new scholarship available," it said;
I didn't want to write about a bunch of schlock,
So I...
I speak to the dead,
After I have wasted three and ninety lockpicks
Just to get a potato out of a long forgotten box.
How is it not rotten...