Monday, September 7, 2020

Bury Myguns At Wounded Knee

 


Wild hair across the bilge pump
all this swerving make my forearms tough
said all she had was love
I said, "what's all this?
A lovely egg, cheese and baloney sandwich?"

Left a livid handprint across the buttcheeks
CSI looked in the draw-well to found my fingernails and teeth
Said she needed a lot of love and little money
CSI scanned my cellphone illegally.




No comments:

Post a Comment

"vapid certitude", Boxey and Odetta, and the Jazz Workshop album.

Could it be, Lucillus, that idleness is the mother of invention?  And all our courage is really but the vapid certitude of an empty brain? I...