Going to Oslo
Two Norwegians
yanked me
out of a
sound sleep
& said
I was
going to
Oslo.
Stockholm
you mean
I said
& they said
no Oslo.
I knew then
that
my life
would never
be the
same.
Two Norwegians
yanked me
out of a
sound sleep
& said
I was
going to
Oslo.
Stockholm
you mean
I said
& they said
no Oslo.
I knew then
that
my life
would never
be the
same.
Filed under poems & short jabs