I broke a beer bottle in the street
and spread the shards of glass;
To catch the barefoot flower children.
Leave a comment
Filed under creative writing, Outlaw poetry, poetry
Tagged as America, Beer, holiday, Memorial Day, outlaw poetry, Poem
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 1,100 other followers