A Buzzard's Beat
©March 3, 2019, Olan L. Smith
Yellow corn and black toenails keep growing
Fuzz between toes and my father's nose
Is the hair black around my lover's silicon hole?
Who'd ride up 24 highway in an oil covered bowl
While my Fluffy dog lies dead, run over
By the beer truck who hightails to Moberly.
Who has white hair at seven? Who awkwardly
Marks twelve on how to type verse at
Eleven in the morning or three a.m. in the evening?
Come make love to the words, see my etching
Where the birds fly south or in circles around
A rotting carcass at midday in the desert forest.
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Beat Poems, by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am trying to collect all my beat poetry and placing it in one collection here on Wattpad.
