"Unlock the ceiling, Garret!"
Says the student to his friend who,
Standing atop a chair with keys dangling from his hand,
Has spotted a keyhole in the white checkerboard above
the Physics classroom, and,
Marveling at the irony of the metaphor I saw,
I have taken pen to paper
(Fingers to keyboard)
and pronounced it in black and white.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Don't Have to Rhyme
PoesíaPoetry collection. Some of it is pretty good, most of it is pretty bad.
