Friday, October 27, 2006

Friday Poetry: Robert Hershon

Robert Hershon
Hand to Eye Coordination

the dart heads for the board
a hand reaches out from dead
center and pulls it in

when it's going good
i can't remember how
it ever went bad

when it's going bad
the bartender pulls
the dart from his forehead
and falls dying into
the ice machine

shit he says
i hate poems about


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