Last year thru this date I had 217 poems.
This year 41.
recent 3:
2020.9.3 – Got gas
2020.9.4 – How to Read my Poetry
2020.9.7 – End the Beginning
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Got gas
got road
got wheels
going somewhere nowhere fast
I get my pleasures where I finds them
in this bowl of pus
Vrooman Rd
vroom vroom vroom
no hole in my howl
~ ~ ~
How to Read my Poetry
Read if and when and where you will
cuz it’s all true
and none of it matters
There was a crooked man
who walked about my poems…
now I wear his bones
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End the Beginning
You can tell the lay of the nest
by the smell of the eggs,
the rot of the tree
by the fall of the apple,
the way of wend
by gin of end.
I’m but a young man in an old skin
of fogged and fire furred past.
