book to the back and
check your fleet feet
not often a zoot-suiter can
behave, trace time
in the back of a limo,
find time to chat with the babes
who rocket by in Oldsmobiles,
classy as stoned ponies
on some dude ranch,
their long talons
sharpened for protection,
for disaster really,
a warning to those men
who creep in with capes
trailing in the dark
green grass, hoping for
something more than flesh.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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