A Killing Froth

on edge at the edge with Edward Morris

  • Home
  • King Buddy's Return
  • Tantalus Descending
  • Politics
  • Poetry
  • Culture
  • Misc
    • Complete Guide to Country Music Videos
    • Travel
    • Journal
    • 3Somes
    • Music
  • Shop
  • Ed(it's)

Norma

March 16, 2020 by Edward Morris in Poetry

Most nights I am complete—

the Oxford English Dictionary,

a Swiss Army knife,

Britannica, A to Z.

But not tonight, for I am tired and old

and empty of the comfort of your voice,

the reassurance of your brushing hand.

March 16, 2020 /Edward Morris
poetry, love, marriage, Or So It Seemed
Poetry

Self-Service Window:

If there's an ounce of unhealthy curiosity still bubbling within you;

If you've an appetite for bloated prose that routinely regards itself as
profound;

If you are totally at ease with the leisure that arises from sloth,
ineptitude or an ingrained sense of entitlement;

If you are so cheap as to read only that material which is free;

Then have I got a deal for you! Subscribe without delay to my gratis
weekly newsletter: Ed(it's)

© Edward Morris 2020