Category Archives: Poetry

Homage To My Hips Comments Off

these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.

The Ballad of Sigmund Freud Comments Off

When not enough folks were getting sick
A starving young physician tried to better his position
By discovering what made his patients tick.

Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About Comments Off

My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
My nose could maybe keep growing and never quit.

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