Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
Did anyone tell you
that in each subway train
there is one special seat…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: dark humor, Edwin Morgan, humorous poems, medicine, subway