Palm Poem #1
She bought Easter candy at the store
Because the marketing boys
And the processed sugar pushers
Are in league against forgetful husbands
And sexually frustrated women
Who will never quite be able to master
The fine fine art
Of the inadequate apology
Nor will they ever understand
The absolute gravity of silence
In that moment after raised
Voices have rung themselves out
And all that's left
Are candy covered chocolate eggs.
-- Sent from my Palm Pixi