Dickeys Poems - Poems about Dickeys

...From early morning to the evening I be blowing mad L’s 24/h Champaign bottles ant got *****on it Sitting up agents the wall Johnnin are asses off Because I’m just a ketch up drinker While Emmen ****......

Continue reading...

...You are the face in a faded photograph from a past that is not your own. You are an image of your mother, her hand at her breast, touching with butterfly fingers the gossamer fold of her gown......

Continue reading...