my friend auditions canaries a strange jobyou think well it’s a matter of sex and a bitmore pleasant than gendering chicks whichanother friend used to do it seems that onlymale canaries sing and
people drive their kids to schoolthese days even when they livenearby guess they feel they have tostreets are too risky too dangerouscars line up before my house it’s nextto the schoolyard the p
you’ve heard about thecow tags I forget when wequit stapling a metal clipto their ears that workedfine hardly cost a centbut the new colored strapscost a lot and often brokewe tried chains aroun
flowerstore owner’s lament poem #1mothers who live in mobile homesdeserve flowersmothers who live in mcmansionsdeserve flowersmothers who live in shelters, underbridges, in trees, deserve flower
royalwedding poem #1ah, c’mon. in the Y lobby this april 29 morna guy maybe forty jeans t shirtwho’d got up at five couldn’t findanything on the tube except “thatgarbage”
my young daughters pickeddandelion heads on a sunny slopedappled with yellow we stirredthe blooms into a crock of wateradded sugar floated on topa slice of toast smeared withyeast and let it all bubbl
will the citizens who voted forthat governor and his cohortsrejoice when their kids’ teachersare fired perhaps themselves ifthey are teachers? the mostexperienced going first, natchwhen class si
hercules didn’t start it of course only publicized it — running a riverthrough the augean stables’ filthso that all the dirt and droppingswere swept downstream chicagowas canny to se