he died his shoes won't have to be double laced any more bottle filled or Gu packed he died somewhere on Ocean Parkway underneath the Saturday rain surrounded by all of Brooklyn he died with thundering cheers in the air rubber soles in the pavement and kids on their toes for a glimpse he died … Continue reading Half of the Half
Brooklyn
Reading My Sappy Poems
With slightly less black hair uptop But a modestly higher salary below I sat reading my old linty poems Shaking my bearded head every time I used "nobility, time, darkness, anger shadow, honour, wisdom and mortal" I noticed my emotions ran wild like Feral cats hunting in a mouse shoppe By carving spring loaded … Continue reading Reading My Sappy Poems
The Eclogues 