Poetry by Owen Paul Edwards

I’ve said it before–

Carrot is the fruit
of all vegetable.

I am the crab claw
of fingerless fishermen,

cleaver that married
a truck spider.

If I remain
mediocre in appearance

for the rest of my life–
neither ugly nor beautiful–

then everything will be fine.

I did not get a sunburn yesterday–

I am trying to obtain
a residential parking permit

so I don’t find another
fifty-dollar ticket on

my windshield. Somewhere,
in a cool emporium without

windows or chairs, there’s
a list of things that cannot

happen. It is meant to prevent
people from doing what

they aren’t supposed to do.
But someone has a gun.

It is not against the law
to shoot me in the head.

Owen Paul Edwards

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