i
lose myself
in bustling paper cities
peering through high rises
and alleyways
beneath overpasses
and soiled park benches
within rush hour crowds
and last calls
in hopes of finding that
one poem
you will never
forget.
i
lose myself
in bustling paper cities
peering through high rises
and alleyways
beneath overpasses
and soiled park benches
within rush hour crowds
and last calls
in hopes of finding that
one poem
you will never
forget.
(why we should learn from our
fellow children and sick adults alike)
(and why taboo topics always smell
better)
though spoken of lowly
accomplishes two things it
works as a firearm smothering
even the most prepared parents
in agent ‘green’
stings the nostrils – cleans
even the esophagus on it’s way out
not to mention it keeps the vomit-or
spotless