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poems by Rudolf Kurt Penner

MORNING ANGEL

The one who stays the dawn

to slay a few less dragons

here begins the morn

as a silver Stingray rolls by

and Jerry-the-madman is getting high…

… The MORNING ANGEL is busy placing

cigarette butts for the downward-looking dogs

A piano starts up in a big old house…

… The MORNING ANGEL speaks a

word or 2 to the CHOSEN FEW…

(for full poem please contact me – one X-rated line)

© 2014  Rudolf Kurt Penner

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February 9, 2015 Posted by | All encompassing, All Poems | , | 1 Comment