Thursday’s Poem – This cow eats cash
This cow eats cash We couldn’t figure out our phone bill. long distance calls remained unclaimed every month. No one would say, “That was mine.” Continue reading
Category Archives: Expressive Rhythmic Literary Work
Thursdaiku
Thundering planet a ham hock in a tube sock juan grand rides again by
Thursday’s Poem – Someday you’ll understand
Someday you’ll understand My uncle told me once, niggers don’t want to work. I looked at him and said, I don’t want to work. We Continue reading
Poem for Thursday – A Walk on Sunday
more childhood trauma and injury. lately i have been on a roll. A Walk on Sunday Between Crondolet and Forsyth, on Meramec, we could walk Continue reading
Poem for Thursday – On a drive
On a drive We roll by the spot where Randy once left his weed laughing together by
Thursday’s Poem – The weight
The weight I awoke with at start and remember nothing about the first flight of stairs on the way to my daughters room. I met Continue reading
Thursday’s Poem – Meet your Maker
This one in from fritzaholic. One Gear by One Gear Thirty Four by Seventeen. Stand, Meet your Maker. by
Thursday’s Poem – Holiday Blues
Holiday Blues The days are now getting longer. There is something to these, the holiday blues. I don’t think it has much of anything to Continue reading
Thursday’s Poem – Butter or pie
i know that i put this up as a “prose-ish poem” a few monthes ago, but i just reworked it and now it is a Continue reading
If You Thought They Looked Great in the Yard….
The vast faction of North American kitsch lovers have adored its image for decades. As a young buck, I remember my folks’ nauseated reaction to Continue reading
Thursday’s Poem – Brakes Belong
Brakes Belong It is frightening beyond words really what some of these people are doing these days out on the road. The equivalent in, say, Continue reading
Thursday’s Poem – Camo Cans
Camo Cans We met at one bar and then rode to another. The third stop was my front yard to shotgun beers. I bought an Continue reading