the crack of hunger across
a belly will murder you.
not really, of course, but
maybe death would be a relief.
maybe no breath is better than
no moisture on the tongue
or bread in the belly. across
the globe a fast food entree
can cost a you a day
of work. often, I understand,
the arches are built for
the tourists.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...