Category Archives: Poetry

it’s a good dog sits the green or the black olive he likes pimento   he’s a friendly spitz and barks at the bull run loose on Chinese New Year   or slow boats go by before the fourth of July when he goes crackers

as a practical part-timer clerk in clockwork administration   may cancel renew’d subscriptions by de facto lack of interest   in a waiting room’s unimportance an event at dawn earlier

perhaps I tell you a secret ingredient is adjust enough   of more that pesters mind over after the fact as a bushel peck’d   is a rule of thumb whereas the ol’ nag may nose & wait a grain bag

lentils & pintos a saddlebag a horseshoe the kettles’ pot-luck   a box ‘this way up’ reins bow a small pegg’d pup tent hailstones a bucket   inside they scramble eggs & bean sprouts about a pound twist ’ems o’clockwise