Low End Poetry

Telling the entire story is silly and a bit lameSo I'll begin with his nameBilly comes down the hill with a broken broomand a rolling bucketTalking...

The Sun is almost goneI'm sitting on my porchSipping on a glass of peaches Drowning in red wine I can hear clearly the next door neighbor's wife co...

What we see is not always what it isNot always what we want anyone to seeIf you don't understand thisJust let it beIt won't change, neitheryou nor ...

I'm in a park among silent people and screaming treesWatching children being told how to beWhile chasing giant bubbles worry-freeThere's a welcome ...

Leeches, leechesA bunch of vile leeches Crawling over meDigging in my skinDeep in my flesh Sucking my bloodAnd life outta meIt's a probe in a holeI...

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...