Screecher Poems - Poems about Screecher

...For My Pickleball Fans Lost all of my luck Behind net pickleball stuck My game ran amok you should see his serve seems to have much swerve and curve while with vibe and verve hard to und......Read the rest...

...We pray to the honor tree in hopes we will gain some of its beauty, the gaunt and shaking world tends to aurify is edges. We see his amort body a relic, sad for once a bel esprit. We refuse to perc......Read the rest...

...Sleeping through a sturgeon moon: Plump with caviar roe, green like corn, swollen with grain, full and red burning, squinting through forest fire, pigeon-holed by sky and telescope, barked at by......Read the rest...