Best Bankroll Poems

I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A...

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The weight of old age increases with time,
dragging spirits down a depressive hole.
And taking pills, prescribed to ease your pain,
the last years are anything but...

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Ka-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon,
sings opera in the woods at noon;
I love so much to hear him croon.
At night he carols to the moon.

If you are...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on...

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You made a lot of money
selling lewd photos of nude
Then you parlayed your profits
into cyber surfing —  
triple X cinema ***** crude
Nasty video sex...

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Twas the night before sunrise
and all through the warehouse,
not a creature was stirring
except Elmer, the field mouse.

It was 1962
And times were hard on mice.
Elmer had...

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I'd find nirvana, if I could,
  on distant coast by lapping bay,
  far from all strain of daunting day.

Sustain no drama, as I...

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Cold smiles,
cadaver touch
Whatever love you had for me,
now ain’t much
My tender heart still not yet tough
In-bed pleas to a deaf shoulder
get covered with stone silent...

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Singing is Bi-polar.
Some songs sound like an aching molar
Packed with violence, hate and anger.
Other songs are sung to win him or her.
Soft sweet words that...

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Debbie Reynolds won my heart when I was twelve.
The Unsinkable Molly Brown, her role.
Her spirited acting did into my imagination delve.
Her voice and expressions shone...

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"I didn't want to break your heart.
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.
A...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within...

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The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum 
family portraits on the...

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He can only find oil by opening a can of sardines.
By hoping to make money, he employs some strange means.
He takes his metal detector, and...

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After all these years, you still have not learned.
If you play too long, you are going to get burned.
It is embarrassing, and certainly not nice,
when...

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