Three Onion ForkA Poem by Scott DurhamJazz nightmares, Bar-tending prowess and a recipe for wasted karma.High notes in a scramble racing for the upper register Alto Saxophone tears a wound purchased in melodious, yet malodorous quandary Does the player know where he is going? How does he know Veronica's steps? Long before the plug and play a collision of restraint pollutes Disfigures reason within our safety the log rolls and I do not move A Martini and its garnish: a long fork beholds the onions that succeed in remedy; Now fortune can resume unhindered.
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2 Reviews Added on April 28, 2015 Last Updated on April 28, 2015 AuthorScott DurhamPhoenix, AZAboutI was born. Soon after that I was placed in a Mental Health Institution, not for treatment but for my flavor. In all my life I never met a pretzel I didn't like. Kevin and Vanessa regret that a.. more..Writing
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