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

[Buddhistboy73]

Great light hearted take on the blues....I love the rhyming scheme here, except that you didn't put the last line to rhyme with the previous two... I am now wondering what the line would have been...;)
I love the final line though...a good cup of French roast can cure many things in this life......:)

[Liza]

i am digging the extremeties
the unexpected ending was like a shot of caffeine too :)

[Alicia Schroeder]

Love the words you chose for this. Great write.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

What a nightmare. You write in such a passive manner,
but still manage to make me totally uncomfortable.
I like the teknik.

[Robin]

this a haunting , a memory of the sleepwalk in darker times ..

[Wolfwind Words]

Sounds like a wet and rainy day on the Coast of Washington.
You get moldy up there if you stop moving for any length of time! lol

Very much profound and introspective.
Hugs!
Wolfie