March 29, 2017Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment THE EDGE OF NOWHERE AND NOTHING The Edge of Nowhere and Nothing is a man at Bath called The End Who asks nothing of the man called the Rainman of the South but to call him Sir now he is gone but he will pay yet as I ask this: What is the remainder of 1 who does it with the neat way that he asks? I will be then and there the one who says that it is a wrong thing to be able to make it here in Bath without the new one called the Bonzer doo-dog band called Zephyr The Wind of Change is a-blowing but it blows not for yourself Dear Edge For you lack the nerve to face me now that I know it to be true that I am God and not you. Bye! COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...