Dead Poet Pull
Dead Poet Pull
Dead Poet Pull
go into a bar on open mike night
they open the trench coats and flash the crowd gos wild and roars for rear ended poetry night
this infatuation for the macabre is beyond the eye do not resort to sex to deliver poems to a crowd
yet eye write and do it most sporadically now you see it now you hunt for charlax is dead his poems might live on
a collection in a book online old web pages they could not find some of the poems will be left behind no edit coming no further words needed the poet gone into time
life is passed me bye
nothing much is given to a dreamer but religion and suffering at night
eye pull no punches eye pull no money out of a hat full of trickery
baddassshower poetry belongs to the trenchcoat poets not to eye
eye am too poor to bathe lave or slave
pull the taffy daffy duck the tossed salad good luck
liniment for horses pull the wagons pull upp the lane and dismount
cowboys and angel dust pull for the ground
words of comfort do not come from the trenches
pull the rabbit out of the pouch
