the
boys
keep
taking
turns
running
over
the
flat
possum
in
the
center
of
road
mini
gods
on
wheels
giggling
at
the
hairy
pancake
their
spokes
shining
in
the
sun
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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