Sunday, September 30, 2007

or Jamaican for a plain

I'll cross to Gorrett's
for a late and tigery
piss: al fresco fit for a collar

but I'll be shaking them all tonight.

Your wide sound, yellow
June Bug resturante,
gold bug I talked to all night:

little bug, this advancement
in the limited society is
anttastic. You'll sidewalk

across my etymologi-call.

big predatory cat:

1 comment:

grace said...

Dear Shafer, I love you very much and wish I could hear you reading this poem, because I'm not sure I'm emphasizing the right words in my head. Much love, Gracie