That Head
I suppose I've passed
him a hundred times,
but I always stop
for a minute
And look at his head,
that tragic head,
the head
with nobody in it.
Jerce Bullmer
A Poetry and Painting Commotion
That Head
I suppose I've passed
him a hundred times,
but I always stop
for a minute
And look at his head,
that tragic head,
the head
with nobody in it.
Jerce Bullmer
6 comments:
Poor guy! This poem reminds me a little bit of Shel Silverstein's poem, Loser, where the character loses his whole head!
Nothing doing, I guess!
I think I've passed this fellow!
Love your blog. I arrived by recommendation from Poetikat. I started at this one, but I kept scrolling down, down.
May I subscribe?
I love all the Cole edited (and Tomi illustrated!) collections. Thanks for sharing this one, it's been a while since I've seen that head.
Thanks, guys. On request from neetzy there's a neat subscribe gadget below "my favorite books."
Ah...to be displaced from reality, yet exist in the same breath--brilliant post! I salute you sir!
Ever Yours,
Clayrn Darrow
M.IV
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