dead sea promise
I got back last night with a stainless steel chip pan
and block of lard the size of a house brick, lying there
I thought of nothing else, olive oil is for wimps
and no fish worth its salt deserves such a fate to end there
ghostly, endless night
—pretty much, girth and gear
they handed me a spade, told me to dig
hard work was my friend, called me Tom
never heard the womb word. We all just
took a piss, no one spoke of fucking much
the big girls looked different on a bucket
never stood nor ate food just same as us.
passive news is unimpressive
rabid man rips skin from scull of victim during struggle with pet
— just kill the bastard, pet
sensitivity formula for today is not a matter for the hi-lo glee club
"umpteenth" is a kinda word. Tell the fat lady to keep singing, Prats!
first at the boys' crate
first to round my lips
sink teeth into silver foil
feel a hand-chilling glass
under my nose, share
in its nourishment
in need of change, they said
prostrate in sorrow, reduced
to the plunder of thieves
I never-ever knew God
but always say grace for the Cow.
Dax: Love in a cold climate
Part of the PoetryCircle Showcase series.
we can do this and tango by fall
well deserved show case recognition DR !
Thanks to Mr Ashley
wonderful to collaborate together again
a silent lotus winter photo with your pen
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