Three Eights

Poetry in three-eights time.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

A new pecking order

Grackles splatter blood where they hit,
Aggressive dive-bombers--damn all!
Pedestrians flee the onslaught.

Friday, May 06, 2005

I win

Out of reach sits the body wash
Resting at your natural level,
But your arms reach me perfectly.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Lie upon a bed of roses

Lie upon a bed of roses
And prick me when I come closer,
But no more shun or I will die.