Louie the 2nd watch he
slurred sonorous there’s no
going back once it gets
in your bones
Tag Archives: labor poetry
lot dogs 13 (2)
two days ago the old woman
wanted me know how cold she was
placed two black fingers on my neck said See?
and of course I already knew
/bone cold has a smell/
in return I warned her off
THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE
lot dogs 11
the principle simple: slow
is faster and here we are
all extra elbows and broken light sticks
just waiting for the clock to run out