Two Poems
Robert Crawford, 22 May 2025
“... on the floor, at his own gig.One tripped and turned his elbow to dust.One was mistaken for a bag lady.One walked, bent double, down a subterranean tunnel.One contemplated a yoghurt pot.One studied nude mice in a lab in Prague.One said, ‘Burn something, then use the ash.’Add them up. The answer is ... ”