roll a desk downtown
pianos & pulleymen
what do you call that
ask a girl friday
who may not spare change her tune
where is the flat at
why does a chop stick
to a pan in good season
she just picks her teeth
Poetry
roll a desk downtown
pianos & pulleymen
what do you call that
ask a girl friday
who may not spare change her tune
where is the flat at
why does a chop stick
to a pan in good season
she just picks her teeth
you raise up a chin
two shavers now-a-day blades
although a shadow
in through a window
simple venetian high noon
leaves light fall alone
on the dark carpet
yellow roses from Texans
as well a pony
It is a tuesday
that I remember today
when I’ve forgotten
all about monday
who could have known what that is
I said yesterday
you don’t look a head
taller in a black forest
than the hump your back
a term limited
autocrat is committed
to relationship
with a freebooter
who doesn’t like motor boats
who’s long gone the coast
beyond the gold hind
beneath the skeletal keys
broadside & rampant
never again our
accidental battlefields
the cerebellum’s
umbrage reactive
ratiocinativism
as an orator
loathe a demagogue
listens what time a versus
you push a button