Keep It To Yourself (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

The keeper of my dreams has a limp and a xylophone,

a contorted, distorted, grizzled old man

who charges a fee of cheese enchiladas

before he relents

and coughs up the key.

I’m not really sure why I revealed this to you,

except that maybe, just maybe,

it explains quite a bit.

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