He lays in the hayfields, stationary, baking in the sun rays. The lifting breeze carries hay away and him with it.
Category: Poetry
Gameshow
Mark said he wants to be in a game show
Got tickets for one in Tokyo
We got on a plane
Mark was sipping champagne
Canceled and never even got a memo
Poetry
Poetry is not my strong suit
It is beautiful with no substitute
What am I doing
This is my undoing
I will sit here and wait for my lawsuit
Writing
Under this lamp back at this writing
Outside shouting they will not stop fighting
They are from the south
She hit him in the mouth
I am done fuck you and your skywriting
December
Warmhearted snow flake presents
Coco snuggled next to chimney
Holidays is love
Muhammad Ali
Step in the ring with the king
He has you like a puppet on a string
He will aim for your throat
Do not blink you’ll miss him float
Soon to be asleep from a Ali sting
R.I.P
Wolf Boy
The wolf boy cried to the moon missing his mother
Wang laughed what a dick brother
Brother Wang get lost
Wolf boy sat crisscrossed
To howl at his earth mother.
