Fish sticks swimming in my ribs
like little dinner mints, stripping
my insides and filtering the silt
down around some other corner
than those whom overtly come
to stop me from doing whose works
I used under tunnels of smug, thuggish
grumps bunting fucked up luck, and
gulling up ugly, summer bum thumbs.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 69
I.O.U. One Fish Stick, Bum
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