Low End Poetry

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...

Life UnkindRick and Phil they push a cartUp and down the HillThey sleep in an abandoned fieldThey got no money for rent Just for booze, weed and to...

All I see areDeviations,Aberrations andComplicated situationsLeading to the endOf our civilizationSome say it's part ofThe human conditionI say it'...

Il polpo cambia il colore della pelleSi trasforma per adattarsi all' ambientePer sfuggire ai pericoli e alla genteSi nasconde tra conchiglie e rocc...

We all come and goLike mold growingSilently behind a wallWe stay up until dawnMaking love untilOur bodies are wetGlistening like the dewIlluminates...

Does the wind ask permission to eradicate trees from the ground?Does the rain ask before washing away the road?Has a lightning ever paused before s...

Please wave that flag in your handI'll tell you all and you'll understandI march not only to a different beatBut also to a different bandI was a ma...

When the night descends and the stars share secret pathways to wondrous destinations, I finally close my eyes, taking a deep breath inThen, as the ...