Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

The keys on the keyboard

Make my way into the floor
Behind the days before the war
Greeting cards that blink and fold
Treating shards of bone grown old

The keys between the keyboard place
The fleas unseen on starboard lace
By ways and means and schemes a'hoy
The keyboard plays into the boy

Grins that work. Spins that bowl
Bats go beserk. Pins in the coal
The identity will never be born
The keyboard holds the bar is worn

Contact, come back. Better buy gold
Chick peas, monkeys. Keyboard cold
Good bye, Should fly. Be a bit more
Never being never. Never being sure

by The Lonely Ant


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018