Crooked stop signs,
Flies and left fisted lies;
Buttered, yellowed, belied; spokes centered;
Books, bricks, binoculars, and bright shite;
A binder, a mobile pedestal, duel axis, doodle-ing;
“rope-a-dope”…
Right corner pissed upon, left corner neutron bombed;
And a para-legal, in a parley…
Pointed pin-head; why don’t you sleep in any bed?
Michael Darrell Walkerjohn
“read ‘em’ and weep”