This for Mike and for Rob, two great soulmates in the poets' prison!


Folk blues 3

Who's that tapping on my bars?
Who's that humming an old refrain?
The screws have moved my stars,
I'll never see Orion or Libra again;
But the guys to the north are balling,
And the gals to the south are calling,
So do I care about the loss
Of my little bit of cosmos,
Heck no, I'll just crane my neck
And look at any bright speck,
Shivering in the black velvet sky,
Before I'm led out to die, to die.


Chris Fernie, 2006



Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-08-29 at 21:47

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Coolaaron88
How sad but lifes like that sometimes. Loved it.

~Coolaaron
2006-08-29


Rob Graber
... to die, to die: Now that's about as blue as it gets!
2006-08-29