crickets in
the weeds
and they
think they're
all that.
I'll tell you
what you are,
buddy.
a pain in my
neck and a
double entendre.
I ain't French,
but to me it
means you're a
two-faced son
of a bitch.
now I apologize
for the profanity,
but would you kindly
move your car?
YOU ARE READING
ENDOCARP: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe third book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
