Stopping to think before
he snapped a final shot of the
place where he still lives.

The lazy girls talked
at length while stirring the cups
of their past short joy

The razor sharp wit
employed by the Cuban made the
chef feel like a slave

Two dollar well drinks
could not hide the beauty of
her ascending voice

This clown wrote all these poems
on his iPad because his
computers suck ass

Rolling out of a
Barnes and Noble he was struck
by the urge to shoot