A comment and two poems
On the phone with my Dad from prison: “I’ll take anything they throw at me.”
- “Garlic” by yours truly
Garlic and suer kraut
Puti them on a hot dog.
And mustard on: Grey Poupon.
Just make sure it isn’t grey poop on.
Or 50 shades of poop.
2) “Winter” by yours truly
Winter city and hills at night.
Birds alight.
So bright, much light.
Things in mind but can’t quite…..
Alright