....moon
....June
....tune
....spoon
If I could think
Of some lines to go before,
I'd have a poem.
Or do I need To?
Brautigan could write
Something like:
'An eggplant peeling
Fell to the floor.
Who cares? '
And call it a poem!
And everyone would
Fall all over themselves
Praising him to high heaven.
When he realized
How insane this was,
He killed himself
George Hunter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-53/
