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A tree moves at the sound of a hair-dryer. A boy dries his hair with a hair-dryer blowing wind. Black clouds. The boy with his saxophone makes the elements move, empty pages...
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I feel,
not see,
the cards I tightly hold.
I dread to read
my fortune in my hand.
I pick up what I'm dealt.
I've not been told the rules as yet.
Few games I understand.
If poker
I should...
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They rose and hand in hand toward home went on their way.
lxv
They knew they wouldn't find that grafted tree
When first the cherry orchard came at hand.
But what a shock! No, how...
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BrEaKing da Roolle's in Poet Treee
The rules are the rules,
and tools for the schools,
to teach all the fools,
to follow the rules.
Really?
Breaking...
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Enter at Your Own Risk
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Enter at your own risk,
the boots of your brothers will trample you the way.
Someone’s...
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To My Phoenix Valentine
By Reid Baer
Tonight we brought up all the rules
between us and smashed them real good!
Should we consider love again -
do...
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