Friday, December 28, 2012

By Ivan Prokopchuk

Through the labyrinth of soul
I crawl
U p through the maze
Down to the dregs
And sideways, left, right
But always returning to centre.
Ego centre.


Charles Gramlich said...

Great poem. The chicken. Wow. said...

Thanks, Charles.

The rooster.

Must have been an Eastern Seaboard optimist. A Rhode Island Red?