Poems by T.S.Ming (WCM, issue #3)

 

Poems by T.S.Ming

Transmission

Eyes and ears on walls

Constantly pocking my skull

To intercept my thought.

 

Dads

They sometimes hit

The road without saying goodbye

Children wait and wait…

 

The hitchhiker

She stood on the road

Thumbs pointing both directions

Faraway was the goal

 

The little Birdy

Bad little birdy,

Adored chattering, so nose

down he plummeted.

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