A Fairy Tale

People treated her as a person
Instead of a pimple

Any Place Which is Good to Her.

If they were kind, they’ll be sorry.

And Yet the Son of Man Hath No Place to Lay His Head

Even yet
Even yet
He hath no place among us

Sure Wish I Could Park Further Away From Folks’ Houses

Prove me wrong, Pueblo.

Haiku: Unrecognizable

Beeswax on fingertips

And Yet the Son of Man Hath No Place to Lay His Head

Even yet
Even
yet…

thought not

no?
thought
not.

Shock Collar

You’ve found their collar,
Wonder if they left it for you to see…

what you think you even got

Just another lovely day in low-rent room paradise.

Here’s How You Say It

Coward!