White trash or educated rednecks <br />I am a Spring board <br />for higher learning and where the side walk ends <br />the silhouettes then were thin like her <br />and no one looks through opaque windows <br />any more some less afraid <br />than when they were made out of clear glass <br />The moon, <br />and even the stars show up with them wheresoever, <br />than a crescent ' Victoria's fragrance apples secret. <br />What do the husbands know of blooming onions <br />I ask Charles Bukowski <br />sitting in the corner eating last weeks anchovies. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-side-walk-ends-the-moon-evening-and-stars/
