Ms. Scorpio

The moon drops
like a tear
as the telephone
mutates
into an hourglass

strapped
to eternity

she knows
I'll wait.

 

Body Parts (A Found Poem)

With growing
community concern

the media
& law enforcement

warn against
hitchhiking.

 

Sitting In The Last Pew

Come into
my confessional
said the priest
to the altar boy

for to know
the grace
of forgiveness
first we must sin.

 

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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.

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