I would never deign/
to criticize another’s/
poetic efforts.

You were like a dream/
come true. Your silence turns my/
dreams into nightmares.

I though that I was/
unique, but she only thought/
that I was a freak.

You have mused me twice,/
and that is no vice. I just/
think that it is nice.

I could improv you/
a haiku and I would if/
you would be quiet!

OR
I should improv you/
a haiku and I would if/
you’d shut the heck up!

If I’m really not/
a pig, then what causes me/
to act like I am?

Cheap motels in oil/
country give hot, hard showers/
that scrape your skin clean.

I work/
in Detroit winter/
and OK desolation,/
alone/
and lonely./

My flesh rots/
and/
falls away/
bcuz I can’t /
afford meds./

It’s the price I/
as dad/
pay/
2 care/
4 kids.

Any chance at all/
of a late-night call? Not a/
booty one. Just fun!

A jacked-up yellow/
VDub bug. Route 66/
is sometimes still weird.