Monday, September 13, 2010


One thing the Leopard enjoys doing from time to time is writing poetry. (If you want to skip this entry, feel free. Usually when I hear someone mention poetry, I bolt too).
That’s why mine are always so short.
So, for better or worse…

Raining In Brooklyn

Black pools greasy dark rainbow
Floods the cracked pavement
I bite the curb
And close my eyes

Mortal Coil

I do not know what a mortal coil is
I just live in it
In the eye
where we sometimes just play cards 

Ape Sex II

I have to scoot
Across the floor
to you

Let’s work too hard

And run ourselves ragged

Before we wash up

And blow it.

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