I feel the “eee” in the cupboard’s creak–
every last “e” of that god-awful squeak.
It pierces all ears and betrays my sack,
notifying the world of my impending snack.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
I feel the “eee” in the cupboard’s creak–
every last “e” of that god-awful squeak.
It pierces all ears and betrays my sack,
notifying the world of my impending snack.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 