Yes…truest
Something New
Yes…truest
Poetry
Yes…truest
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