Poems

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.