Dedication

I caught you beat

tourist prices to keep the MTV

They pretend to remember me

Maybe they do

I bought a cappuccino for an angel

He came down to earth

He couldn’t fit into the taxi with his wings

If I were a poet I would be monumental Every page would spit venom on the reader’s unsuspecting soul I would stake out every corner of...

I caught you beat Spitting whiskey at the stars And bawling tears on my neck Spinning jazz on my soul Screeching like mad-cats, Like all...

Old Aunt Tilley From Nantucket Island Who babysat my brothers and sister and I With a battery of weapons; A sharp tongue; Tales of the...