Friday, September 08, 2006

Making a Living out of Poetry

Haiku for the baptism,
sonnet for the wedding—drive-by shotgun words ringing (or)
tires on fresh asphalt delivering to a destination, for a price—
and passing countryside (a promise to revisit) sometime soon.

Bank account battles a rose. Clouds bend to pick up a penny.
Music’s supplied by accordions like reflections in windows
facing the news, guessing at words.


Aisha said...

Great idea!
Worth a whole chapbook...make it tear-out and print a price on each poem:

Call it ... A Touch of Class? Hallmark witha Difference?
Hired Assassin/Enquire Within?

H. W. Alexy said...


as always, I love your sense of humour and what it does to your take on life. Smiling and laughing here.


Bobbie Gogain said...


I am so glad I found you...I don't even have your email addy anymore, please send it to me.

I LOVE YOUR BLOG, and your writing is as wonderful as ever.

God Bless you my friend,