HOW YOU GET TO BE A POET
There’s a pointy piece of lead
under the skin of my right arm
where some kid poked me
with a pencil in grade 3 or 4
Been a long time now
trying to write it out
Neil Meili
Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher
HOW YOU GET TO BE A POET
There’s a pointy piece of lead
under the skin of my right arm
where some kid poked me
with a pencil in grade 3 or 4
Been a long time now
trying to write it out