Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

Chinese puzzle

Why is it
fortune cookies
no longer tell your future?

Have all the mystics
gone on strike?

Now they read
“Today is a nice day.”
But that ain’t no future

And anyway
it’s raining

(D. James)

22 April 2008 - Posted by D. James | art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing | | No Comments

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