"Get Out of My Stove" by Thomas Typewriter - a new poem
Neighbors, kindly and good Get out of my stove I will not with your birchwood I will not with your soup bones That which once moved breathes long rattle thin tones I will not with your oakwood I will not with your ash or thorn Of this world I’ve had my fill And all the others too Where be the silence and stone Crumbled from gilded thrones Now get out of my stove -Thomas…











