A TRUE POET
is suicidal/homicidal/depressed/pissed off...
To make a long day pass on by
music is what i need...
Wetness squelches
between my toes...
Kids running amok, amok:
screaming, yelling, calling my name...
I LOVE MY UGLY FEET
They help me hit the floor in the early morning...
I’M OUT OF SHAPE!
I’m really out of shape as I reach for another...
Oh my word I'm snotty
It feels like winter now...
Waking up late this morning
The alarm clock didn't ring...
Darjeeling, green or builders
In a teacup or a mug...
.
Cigarette (gravity defying) ash grrrrrew...
.
Teetering, a leg...
I could sit around for all of time
Making nothing but rhyme after rhyme...