Baltimore.
Like earth & old books.
he smells of dirt. musty pages.
And now I have Edgar Allan Poe
under my fingernails & in my
clothes, his dirt in my pocket.
Written in Baltimore, Maryland after taking some of Edgar's grave dirt.
Friday, June 11, 2010
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I can't believe you stole Poe dirt!
ReplyDeleteGreat poe(m) ;-)