Spread...the mayonnaise to the very edge...of the bread! Lust drives you rawhide covered atlas whiskey punch drunk through the pine-peeled log gateway...open the burlap sack...careful...it's hot...firebone!...Penetrate the pumpernickel...Cry the rye!...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Sage
Blessings,
Joseph
Very expressive and accurate description of "death" and heartache.
warm hugs
Elga
Love Tinka