poem: almost caught, what a laggard

almost caught, what a laggard
leaving all the rest to piss and chance
storming up the barnyard in my jackboots
I ask you where you slept the last night through
then I move into your space
and tell you that you’re lying

please, share your thoughts about this piece

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.