God wish were I a poet Then would I sing the stars My every thought formed golden My farts canned dear in jars I'd be pompous I'd be stuffy I'd bask aglow in my littered lane I'd be wicked on how I'd suffer I'd sigh whisper curse and blame Locked … [Read more...]

Young Willi Miracle Silver-vizored, gauntleted Roaring down the freeway The wind in his nose and his throat High-buckled to his neck and ox-leather overcoat Stars at his elbows Black lighting his hair Willi at the truckstop Drinking beer with … [Read more...]