"joice" poems
sunglass and a drink
watching a street-lamp in the dark...
hell...
that's schizophrenic...
the light
just splits...
it just splits!
i'm seeing double(s)...
i must be on acid...
because this light source is
encompassing (hiding) a twin!
the laziest of the most
skint boston fweaks;
or as i like to call them:
the milk-maids
for the dog dubbed zero...
yeah, this is the part where i growl,
and never ask for applause.
it was only me, looking at a street-lamp...
and to think... it only took an
aperitif's worth of brie cheese...
considering... roquefort.... is
the most justifiable joice of joke.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC