grass grows grows grows
higher and higher each day
covering the corpses
grass grows grows grows
higher and higher each day
covering the corpses
broken fountain waits
brackish water pools on the street
already mosquitoes
lawnmowers burring
cicadas erupt from the ground
carcasses flower
Executed on the gallows, Sept 6, 1833
A roguishly handsome fellow was he
Arriving from France for the family Sayre
He worked for them as a common laborer
Antoine resented his work, his bed in the shed
It would not soon be long before all were struck dead
Beating both Mr. and Mrs. Sayre with a shovel
He buried them both in the manure by his hovel
12 thousand people were present at his death
The majority were women who saw him draw his last breath
True crime poetry based upon the real exploits of the bad men/ women found in history
wind down your own clock
take all the pills at once please
learn to lose it well
keep leash tight as time passes
stick your fingers down his throat
man walks on the road
as a car crests the hill top
neither will give way
fried bread and hamburger
garlic, onions, cheese and sauce
cooking with my heart
tics coat my dog’s back
i pinch them off one by one
love should not draw blood
waiting in my room
bandcamp sales are not working
17 years in music
I think of all my favorites trying to stay alive during Covid-19
playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing