Tag: Poetry

  • “Tom Sawyer’s Widow”

    “Tom Sawyer’s Widow”

    Powdered white And pouting face Dressed in black Her skin with lace Dog’s in the back Unfed in the leaves With no one perched In the goddamn eaves (Roped in the back…) She’s barren of seed “The rogue & the bastard! He promised to me!” Up into town To thee Spekey Sea (Dog’s on the […]