Poetry

Eat the bones of the world like an unnatural mouth in the tricky posture of opening. The air stains your breathing with cow manure smell on a western wind. So stop. Be no cattle nor cattle hand. So …

Hoddley, Poddley, Puddles and Fogs, Cats are to Marry the Poodle Dogs; Cats in Blue Jackets and Dogs in Red Hats, What Will Become of the Mice and Rats?     Had a trust fund, had a thief in,    …

The world is still for you, the situation Excellent, there is only a percent Chance of anything happening. Never before has our country been So sliding along its seven days Without a formula. The …

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