dead & buried – lost poems from a blue suitcase I
although it seems cinema-tastic
naive weak
sugar is what love
needs
lost are the grain elevators
morgan le fey
lancelot is sick passé cliché
my woman left me
for a pack of smokes
and a younger man
as small as this piece of paper is
i’d let it all just slide by
yes ma’am
i’d pick fights
i’d be wicked.
I have that suitcase.
What I don’t have is the ability to write like you. Good work.