a couple short poems
"Space Christals" by P.A.Donohue
a couple of short poems from the volume “Space Christals”
underneath an orange sky
the pocket krakatoas are working overtime
filling the air with sulfuric hilarity
on board the mother planet i call home
tanning carrots underneath an orange sky
shed a tear
shed a tear for Jed McGrady
he thought he found himself a lady
he bought himself a brand new suit
they buried him in it with his boots
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