I have this crab that lives in my shoe.It only comes out on Tuesdays.You’d think I’d have a limp, but I don’t.The crab does. I […]
Category: Poetry
Lectures with a hangover…
Stuck in a Lecture at half past tenGod I want to die.If I stay her any longerI’ll swear I’ll cry!Being here is so stressingwith my […]
A Verse About…
icansee it,closer andwithin my grasp.i reach for it… and yetitgoesaway again.why?my grip istightassteel.delicate chinamy fingers care.icanstillsee it,closer… and yetfurtherawaysomehow.……strange……? The Rhyming Syringe