Not Yet Insane

I will scream
My head off
'til my throat
Is so parched
And my lungs
Search for breath
When I stop
I will bash
Soft pillow
'til feathers
All fall out
When I stop
I will kiss
My lucky
Rabbit foot
And thank God
I'm not yet
That insane

by Richard Wlodarski

Comments (2)

ok Linda Preston... don't plagiarize a comment
Brilliant, i really like the shortness but quality of this poem. describing a weed doesent get better than this: D