Robert Frost Does Crystal Meth

[Brownlie]

I cracked the inner dome of heaven,
with my oblong pipe of crystal meth,
scattering my teeth across the crabgrass,
there, I met the reaper.
he was just a guy named joker,
waiting by the swing set at the park.

[Magpie]

Neat poem, I like it. For some reason I have not read any Robert Frost poetry and aware that I was missing any  references within your poem I decided to Google 'the inner dome of heaven' and discovered the poem 'Birches'.
I now feel ashamed that I have never read that poem before. What else have I been missing out on all this time?
Thank you for inadvertently introducing me to the poetry of Robert Frost, if there are any other references in your poem to other Frost poetry then please do let me know so I can go read them immediately. 

Thanks again,

Mark

[just mercedes]

This is cool - 'there' in lines 4 and 6 grated though.

[Brownlie]

This is cool - 'there' in lines 4 and 6 grated though.

Ya, there is a problem with it.

[Brownlie]

Neat poem, I like it. For some reason I have not read any Robert Frost poetry and aware that I was missing any  references within your poem I decided to Google 'the inner dome of heaven' and discovered the poem 'Birches'.
I now feel ashamed that I have never read that poem before. What else have I been missing out on all this time?
Thank you for inadvertently introducing me to the poetry of Robert Frost, if there are any other references in your poem to other Frost poetry then please do let me know so I can go read them immediately. 

Thanks again,

Mark

Robert Frost has some good sonnets. Putting in the Seed and Design are highly regarded.