Category: Poems

No charmer, you’ve a pushed in face, and blackened jowls that always drool. You’ve eyes of cue balls rolling left and right.

What canine with its chomping jaw will defeat you? What mouth of slavering mutt, fierce with teeth, will break you with its bite?

I hate the system. I love the system. What is this system I love and I hate?

I am always going I am always stopped I am always going don’t like this going much

Why the first month? Tell me, why? Why a January sky?

Out on the corner, with a cup and a monkey, skinny and bent, getting old,