Friday, December 19, 2008

Red Lips Touch the Flesh

Red lips touch the flesh
Of greasy day-old chicken.
Chunks of lard still cling.

New Year's Day Is Here

New Year’s Day is here.
Cold pork and beans from the can.
We fight for the side meat.

Morning Mail. We Dance.

Morning mail. We dance.
We shall feast at Burger King.
Our welfare checks came.