The Achilles, The Ankle
The Twisted Ankle (limping)
My mind is like a sewer
You only fuck drunk
Are you still OK, Sir?
It slipped out underneath Him
Like when You think there’s one near stairs
Maybe He was injured
No balls
Three balls
I know You’ve been wondering
about Taylor’s hair
Tell Me about the hair
Yes, I go to a salon
Tell Me a little more about it
Are You a Whitesnake fan?
I use Head & Shoulders
It makes it thicker
Mom’s so unhappy
C’mon, Son. Can You get a haircut?
Will the hair slow Him down?
Not the details
Just the feet
Couldn’t find the release
Look to the backside
He did so with great effect
This is Brad
He is so very beautiful
I fucken love this poem, Jason. So much weirdness which I love and full on creative in your writing. 🙂
One of my favorite poems by you. 🙂
I always wondered why my hair slows down when I use Head & Shoulders. 🙂
thanks so much, man!
You welcome my friend. 🙂 You are the best. 🙂
How’s the book stuff coming along?
Great my friend. My 35 poems are now completed and ready to be assembled as a Chapbook. Next Monday the 13th. I will be meeting up with my friend who will be putting it all together. I can’t wait till the final results. 🙂
YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!
I know it’s finally going to come together. I feel it and I’m happy for this. 🙂