Category Archives: Poetry

a man walk in by ‘It’s too warm in house for a blow torch use’   I sing that truer talking ahead a TV hollywood say that   rollier poli higher balloon cartooners what about the brakes

upland or downtown theirs a city without hills I sing I think of   horizons as wide everyday a sun one way gets around quickly   a little red cart to an east a white mountain where is no slow down

brand new bbq ribb’d ice skaters made to go a morrow morning   although a pm should it matter whether when maybe on earth day   aliens reboot little blue city slickers who are the good guys

old man governor he’s too sore to settle on how then could he up   once more govern o’er who would could not should decide what is that about   how that bothers him footsore in a tub of salts once more good eke out