COME TO ME My days are numbered, They surely are. Before long they will lower me into the ground Where not much of anything will be around. In the meantime I am happy To linger here and let life Come…
Category: Original Poetry
MEDICAL ATTENTION I said, Doctor, I’m not feeling the slightest bit sick, She said, That’s just your body playing a trick! Take two of these twice a day, Plus, one of the purple and three of the grey. If you’re…
THE COAT Cynicism, my ugly coat Donned when I go out, Distorts my shape, Provides escape, And deflects evidential doubt. My furry, fetid, mangled shroud Protects me from the babbling crowd, Slings of personal questions, Arrows of unwelcome interventions. Into…
LITANY OF SILLY BANDS All you silly bands in Silly Band Land, play for us. Balding Heads, play for us. Boom Box Babies, play for us. Critical Grapefruit, play for us. Deficit Spenders, play for us. Dislocated Fingers, play for…