Poems from egats
If it don’t rhyme
if it ain’t got no rhythm
if its all double negatives
playing with positives
if you be talking like a faggot ass faggot...
Your daughters sneer and cackle
your sons threaten and boast
Endanger and rape
your wives whisper amongst each other
coo the young and...
All of the buffalo in the west are dead
we shot them down with crank-guns and cannons
left them to stare blankly into the prarie skies
left...
The hottest day on record
for the past 90 years
and still they made it rain in winterland again.
Forty thousand domestic lawn sprinklers...
I learned a few things from writing poetry.
I learned that I could denote these “things” in a fairly uniform fashion
and that those “things...