Category Archives: Poetry

never ‘clock a mile eight a m-ers eagle 1 back row at the last   forty acres mules a cloakroom a cabinet lunch in paper wrap   one palmetto fan her hand a paste wonder bred she said so ahead

an announcer read a fire drill all out doors in the bully yards   back to civics class first row who passed out again of a savage land   mimeography johnny appleseed a gap listen present here

where once Busy Bee a restaurant under el is an old buck town   tri-corner avenuers citizens a booth between a counter red stools   mama duck soup spoon babas and rubber boots too even there behave

wise dumb stick a tooth into a bowl of grew all for a diadem   bottom a boot a mizzle middle ms drizzle a bit of honey   sleep over a shack spinach each a chicken leg yada yaga ya