I'm trying to cure my writers block,
I really need to pull up my socks...
With sandals and beards
the Mozart lovers huddle...
I must stop putting
fourteen gallons into my...
Clean words are those words
Spoken only by scrubbed tongues...
I cannot read music very well,
I have a very limited skill...
Even when things are looking bad,
The small pleasures remain...
A heavy smoker
succeeds and gives up smoking...
Ode to the Lazy Eye
for her journey does not...
Trying to find comfort from an uneasy sleep
Finally, through bloodshot eyes I peep...
The Nose
What could a nose know? It tells you when to...
On the walls, on the
ceilings, on the trees, she can...
ODE TO A FLEA
It’s personal you see, between your dawg and me...