Father, Your Beard Poem by rich soos

Father, Your Beard



is graying
and you could
act a hobo on
the railroad
or yell the
purposes of marx
and convince the
most apathetic
or slobber over
the strippers
downtown
with an old man's grace

from Reality Is A Drunken Feeling (1978)

Saturday, November 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: act,father,grace,reality
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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