Dead Poet Pull <br />Dead Poet Pull <br />Go into a bar on open mike night <br />They open the trench coats and flash the crowd gos wild and roars for rear ended poetry night <br />This infatuation for the macabre is beyond the eye do not resort to sex to deliver poems to a crowd <br />Yet eye write and do it most sporadically now you see it now you hunt for charlax is dead his poems might live on <br />A collection in a book online old web pages they could not find Some of the poems will be left behind no edit coming no further words needed the poet gone into time <br />Life is passed me bye <br />Nothing much is given to a dreamer but religion and suffering at night <br />Eye pull no punches eye pull no money out of a hat full of trickery <br />Baddassshower poetry belongs to the trenchcoat poets not to eye <br />Eye am too poor to bathe lave or slave <br />Pull the taffy daffy duck the tossed salad good luck <br />Liniment for horses pull the wagons pull upp the lane and dismount <br />Cowboys and angel dust pull for the ground <br />Words of comfort do not come from the trenches <br />Pull the rabbit out of the pouch<br /><br />Charles Hice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-poet-pull/
