Wednesday, June 3, 2009

A POLISH MAN

A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has no English.
His mother's been sent home.

A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has no polish.
He is iron, not chrome.

A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has anguish.
He wants to go home.

A Polish man wanders the airport.
He is finished.
His ductile bones chant Ohm, Ohm, Ohm.

2 comments:

HabsTwit said...

Great Poem!

Razovsky said...

Nice poem. I did my bathroom floor in ductiles.