dennis scharnberg

Stumblebum

Keg of rum

Just keep falling forward

And under thumb.

E. E. Bynum, A Thump Upon the Head (and Other Poems).

The landing was broad, almost a room unto itself. High windows were crowded by the treetops, and gave only modest light. Just enough to reveal a boisterous wallpaper and framed pictures that leaned out at you.

Brendan Sander, Speaking in Wonders.