The sky is clear
except for a cloud or two.
A slight breeze passes by
cooling the sweat forming on my brow and upper lip. Continue reading “The storM (8/12/93)”
Tag: Poem
His sister’s response on hearing the newS (9/1/93)
I always thought a man like he,
Would die a little more gracefully.
He ended not with a whimper
But with a bang. What a bummer? Continue reading “His sister’s response on hearing the newS (9/1/93)”
The last words of edward la courtE (7/20/93)
Hunger
Gnawing like a savage that has been too long without food
Wanting is all consuming
Continue reading “Hunger”