Thursday’s Poem – Advice is worth what you pay for it
Advice is worth what you pay for it When I was in high school a kid I knew wore a Joy Division shirt. I had Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Advice is worth what you pay for it
Category Archives: Expressive Rhythmic Literary Work
Haikuesday
the valley grew dark suddenly, as big jonny went back to the fridge. by
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 Thursday’s Poem – This cow eats cash
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 Thursday’s Poem – Someday you’ll understand
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 – A Walk on Sunday
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 – The weight
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 – Holiday Blues
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 Thursday’s Poem – Butter or pie
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 If You Thought They Looked Great in the Yard….