Tuesday

I would, you know i would
i'm a poetry whore
i would do anything

for bad verse
four bad verse

five bad verse
whatever it takes.

now, then and whenever
the spirit moves me
the spare rib moves me

then hush spear it
spur it on to greatness
or paris, achilles, oh those heels
those heals that wackadoodle words
until the comment comma ant
aunt is pointilated scintilating, sin

until later,

stephan