Some poems
“Breath” by yours truly
They keep blaming me for bad breath.
Maybe true (can’t usually tell),
But at least I don’t use meth.
Just let off the masks off please.
They have led me to flasks oft with ease.
“Steel Wool and Razor” by yours truly
Face and neck hair have turned into steel wool with age.
I try to fight with metal razors, but often they don’t work.
You may just think me a jerk,
But please don’t smirk.
“Fog” by yours truly
Fog or mist?
Can’t resist.
They cover what does exist.
Foothills hard to see behind white sky.
Take it easy, guy.