Gone Fishing Poem by Martin Lochner

Gone Fishing



one day
i will have
nothing to say
the alarm clock
will keep ringing
the door will stay closed
the blue car will stay parked

laying in bed i will
have nothing to do
nowhere to go
and no clockcard to click

do not be deceived
seeing me there...

sleepy head

gone fishing with an old friend
of Adam and Eve

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