Monday, November 29, 2021

In the self help section - a poem by Karen Chamisso

 

Unfriended ape, in my lines
You’ll find plenty of gam room
And who knows how much horse-power
Is under this beauty’s hood?
Between the driving and the clambering up
The golden bough or Highway 61
You are caught in a tailless cunning
All your ownsome.
- Karen Chamisso
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