Our neighbors are distant–
but pure.
We mow their lawn,
with their machine,
and ours as well…
What else should neighbors do?
Out Back, to the Right
analogy
Forgive Me
This–
it’s not meant
to be offensive.
But, and this is a big butt!
I’d rather
write a poem
than read a poem,
period.
In good rock and roll
lyrical fashion, let
me say it again,
alleluia.
I’d rather write a poem,
anyday–
than read another,
instead.
Write on…
Write on…