A poem about a chair.
The chair was a light camomile, And fat and stout, And very matter of fact. It did not need a man or women to sit in it. With its two hind legs unglamorously square, And its two front legs round … Continued
A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.
-mean- As in aggressive or understanding, One leads to the less of the other, And one is the lesser than the other, I hate this new way of blabla. Hate is a very strong word… I hate this new way … Continued