A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Monday, April 27, 2015

sore score

ugly :: no nothing more than a scab :: a pain(t) job, applied biology, wound-be-gone, but meanwhile :: black-brown patch :: skin-music, band-aid, home-grown :: stuck :: itching to beat the band, itching to disappear, magic foiled, the urge to peek piqued :: picked :: well not enough let alone :: pink the price to pay :: raw news, read meat, rough cut :: edit

1 comment:

  1. 2015 is the year for scab poems! This is the best of the scab poems.