A poem —
What can the earth do for me?Asked DeathMused EgoBruise our free willGreen numbers tattooedYellow…
‘The Super Bowl is rigged’‘The football’s boring this year’Numbers down, ratings hid…
The dates stamped on quartersbear testament to a myriad of stories.Carried in a thousand pocketspassed through the fingersof presidents…
You have to care about my business…
most of mine
has been spent
I’ve always needed dual alarm clocks for the sheer benefit of slapping snooze at least seventy-five times every…
No, I won’t apply to your job vacancyAlready consisting of 455 applicants…
poetry
That day when someone says,