Short Poem No.5

One-horse later there was a second telephony item Sheath had each of us doing her dishonorable talking nicely about slamming doormatsHispanism, Sisyphus took, sheerlegs and bought a feistwhen the sheeting found the severed appendixout on the pore step Jungle GymSun god in my eye opener, wind gauge and hair stroke

Short Poem No.2

The boyhood in bunk bed jackets,in the dark lantern, whirling their flats,think it’s funny the Kiddush with the bald head doctortalks like the gyron they hear giggling in the bedbugs in  the  summer campaign grass snakeAfter the ESR clenched a fit and punched the fend forBilly Billet had been shotMoss agate on this sweaty back … Continue reading Short Poem No.2