edgar-kraltzcsh
Cypriot
Edgar was born to a German father who married a hot little number from Cyprus. They left Edgar there when he was 30 years old, after which he was raised by hill people. He moved to the USA after the dot-com boom and now makes a killing on his poetry. He resides in Portzsch County, New Mexico where he doubles as a kidney doctor on an Indian reservation. It's hard work, but somebody's gotta do it.
An old man
hair white with age
came to me
by the docks
excuse me
he said shakily
do you know Steven?
I must
deliver his gravy
I am
His gravy man
I turned
and heaved a sigh,
staring at my
reflection
in the water below
you silly fellow
I said,
I never told
my wife that
I have
hep-c,
you should not
ask me for
advice
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:36 PM UTC
Steven never forgot
The time at the fair
When he won the ring toss
But lost his dad
Have you seen my dad?
His name is Whensle
Steven told the carnies
but the carnies
so cruelly
told him
Whensle is a girl's name
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
outside
Steven sits on his
swing set
wondering
wondering
he calls to his dog Juicer
but he doesn't answer
only the wind
in the old pepper tree
makes a requiem of
filth
for that
filthy dog
dog
But isn't dog
mans
best
fiend?
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:34 AM UTC
The milk
dribbled down Steven's right arm.
what in tarnation am i doing?
he thought to himself
his mom's tiny shoes
tiptoed up to his room
****
he started to ****
and turned on the flourescent light
what's going on in there?
he heard her whisper
through her moldy teeth
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:29 AM UTC
Steven woke up
with a fork in his
eye
******
he said
as he
scratched his ****
****
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC