The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for November 2006
keeping in mind
as he drives
slipping round
behind the
barroom
on the gravel road
to nowhere
turning out at
the end
of the fence
the
other way
we’re
acting the
parts
the madman
gave us
so the play could
begin
[grip the wheel
let the play begin]
again
[laughter
exits]