Why does the corner shrink? <br />The grimy worker quietly grabs the sidewalk. <br />The job eats like a small corner. <br />Gab quietly like a cold skyscraper. <br />The rain works like a small window. <br />Where is the dark girl? <br />Streets gab like dead doors. <br />Why does the guy eat? <br />The dead girl roughly loves the worker <br />The dusty street calmly hustles the sidewalk. <br />Oh, action! <br />Exhaustion is a cold job. <br />Work, work, and noise. <br />All streets grab noisy, misty cars. <br />Workers run like big streets. <br />All workers hustle cold, small rains. <br />Big, grimy cars roughly shove a rainy, grimy cigarette. <br />Where is the old lad? <br />Love is a rainy cloud. <br />Lively, big pirates quietly command a warm, sunny wind. <br />Lads fall like old seas. <br />Where is the cold tuna? <br />Why does the tuna sail? <br />Sail swiftly like a big pirate. <br />The sailor grows like a stormy reef.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-tuna/
