As i sat in line with the china and the rough cello jug
i heard my name whispered- a hallucination
sometimes words fly by and land dropp dead
in a sentence just expired from a mouth
they mingle and cause altercation and haggle
has the china noticed my subconscious signs
or has the cello warned the china in time
yes, yea, and a thousand times yes left
china's sesame whenever i peddled my
blood and tears- i am hawked off
for a pus drain
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-name/
