i am a vertical roadkill poet
banging my bleeding yellowed fingers
upon a scratched up laptop
i draw a skull & crossbones
in the film of dust on the screen
& then jab at my keys
the dead alphabet forms black words
beneath the death's head
the sentences pour out & i catch
them below in old liquor store bags
i hustle my paper sacks of rustling tears
on the street to anyone who is crazy
enough to listen