Micronomics
Perhaps the crash of twenty-nine came from a trickling up the line of laborers who sent their cash to Wall Street, turning in their stash...
Micronomics
My Perfomance Car
My Love, She is a Pretty Thing
Go Commando!
Ode On A Grecian Urinal (after Keats: Ode on a Grecian Urn)
She Could Not Fart Quietly
Not What Frost Thawed
Creepy Crawly Hawley
Oh, Girlie, Why?
Perhaps I shouldn’t have ordered a quattro
The Man Cold
The Bait Less Clicked Upon (sorry, Frost)
Consume, Consume! (Apologies to Frost)
American Lit Easter Egg Hunt
San Francisco Quatrains
And Now I Slowly Fast
Spring Break
Stupid Sestets
The Night I Borrowed Steve's Crown Room Card
Epigram of the Poetry Critic