Saturday, July 22, 2017

Does He Like Butter Tarts?

Can I pardon myself? Asking for a friend.

Rock sharp with ever, the congressman flying upside down.

Likely green instead of oodles on your own.good enough for bear.

Treacle traded from below to the edge, everything that was young. Just don't think you can.

Keep bursting with your heart when your back will come to you.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

From the Other Direction

On the of that music rinse wind
Then cloud, 47 miles of barb wire, lamp posts outside each distance

Legion rat Preside.  One such that the child, the
given older frame in the nation tease. That exert
that in thee, end.

He will bring happiness
In the pipe. That the weird edges
reverberate in such
words. Caustic as chance, flummox. The back beat going,

Everything was left behind. The last thing is the same.
I am not allowed on my own side. Stop being so young.

Fly by a river and a young moon. Captain high
At your service. To end this poem
Beginning. Dirty
On her Harley wearing her hair on a tree.

The fool who was born on a Tuesday
morning was the only reason I had to read.

Let's drink to the salt of the water/, said the young, in general. The stay at home