Low End Poetry

Jump in the sleeperHead out to the dinerPastrami or corned beefWith the City's best knishA half clogged big heartA concealed gun, a bladea baseball...

Everything's virtual these daysI know, it's a simple statementI know it requires no follow-upno effort and no commitmentSo at night, I close my eye...

When the day gives wayTo the nightI sit often thinking aboutThe darkness and the lightI seek what hides in betweenMaybe demons, maybe witchesWith t...

I know your faceI see it in their smilesThey have died beforeI've seen what's been missingI see it in their eyesIt's a familiar feelingChilling, th...

I have been in a green hellAnd a blue heavenI was on a planet wereblue was for womenAnd pink just for menI have drunk opaque waterAnd been covered ...

He is the Hill Wellington WimpyIt's funny how life can be stingyI'd love to see him eat a lot of patties,buns and a blueberry cakeTo see how long h...

I don't remember what was the real sequenceIt seems like yesterdayI got on board the train of consequencesA packed suitcase of all I had learnedA l...

Celtics Sam is no African, Jamaican, nor Latin AmericanHe has more blonde dreads and beads than a Bronx undercover vice copHe wears a green basketb...

You and meBetter be ready for World War ThreeThere won't be any hidingIn the jungles, the deserts or the mountainsNot by the oceans, not behind roc...

Here's a story with a funny sideIt's about Johnny the Rat andhis premature demiseOne day he came visiting me in the morning at around nine or ten W...

Here's Gansett JackYou never know what he packsWith a rusty revolver In his truck wishing he had money for some shine and some crackHe's a man with...

I can't explain the phases of the MoonOr my ever changing moodsI don't understand why a low tidehappens when the Moon and the Sun are directly alig...