Tuesday, October 15, 2019

recent laundromat poem

Salutations from the Justice Hopper

Scraggly.

Rufus.

Rover.

Punkin dog.

I’ve seen them all. They’re in New York City

On leashes in the park.

Walking down the street as if to say

“a tender morsel for everyone,

Or nothin for nothin.”

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