Tuesday, October 19, 2004

For all you people in Indiana

The editorial

The, “fucker,” threw it in
filed a report
left me high and dry
mom took all the booze
trendy words
twenty-something
I looked at her
missing this shit
A few times a week
she’s a left wing nut ball
parking spot needed
blush glass
smacking here
Always
crazy passion
creating words
held apart
shoe string
smiles

1 Comments:

Blogger ziegenhagen said...

Leahey! As you once said to me (or maybe twice), you can write the shit man. I miss hearing those Leahey voiced poems. Word to this one man. Thanks for posting it, it was good to talk to you today, hope to see you soon.

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