“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss”

~ Jim Harrison
from Bridge / Dead Man’s Float

How naughty would it be of me

to weaponize my poetry?

-picking a target

getting them in my cross-hairs

and PFFFT!

taking them out with my words

or CRASH!

-scribble something…..then make a dash?

It’s just a thought

-never ever to be

but naughty musings pop up

now and then

teasing and tempting me!

©Vivian Zems

Day 8 of 28 Days of Unreason

Hedge 55 – a poem in 55 words

 

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