Penn Avenue Blues

A burnout poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Penn Avenue Blues

Forever I roam

I have no home

And I’m alone

My heart is cold

And my bones grow mold

My soul has been transposed

Love doesn’t glow between my toes

I’ve had too much blow up my nose

My life is about to close

I’m a clone of a ghost

I need a strong cup of French Roast

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

I'm a clone of a ghost- Interesting line I'll wonder on.
Clever

[sarah]

hmmmm....odd lol

[Lovely Lady]

Drink up after all that and put a little "cheer" in it! Loved this. kinda bittersweet.
~lovely

[Cafe Reader]

Very witty. Wonderful and imaginative!

[tynamite]

I don't know why you used a fish eye. The poem looks like a vase or something.

[Norma M Sutton]

I like this. Somehow it seems just about perfect.

[Goodbye]

Wow, Marie - not only does it visually look beautiful, but you made me feel this character - the desperation...

This is amazing.

[♥(heatherawesome..]

this is an awesome poem keep it up keep up the awesome job

[Light]

wonderful rhyme scheme! a clone of a ghost; what kind of existence is that? beautiful concepts here! i enjoyed this!

[TAO]

Everything's better after a good cup'o'joe.

I’m a clone of a ghost - this line... This is not to say your poem is not original. I'd say it is. But that line, that has to be the most original line I've ever read in my entire life. Well done, Ms.