#National Poetry Month Post 3

This one comes from my ex-partner. (Wife doesn’t work anymore. Sorry.)

Short words and whole stops like knife stabs or gunshots or that particular moment when you realize you Really Fucking Hate Hemingway.

Big Noble Man Blew His Brains Out

We Real Cool

Gwendolyn Brooks, 19172000

                   THE POOL PLAYERS. 
                   SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.



We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

 

 

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