Short John Hancock Poems

Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers...

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Could Read John Hancock

We could clearly read his John Hancock,
And so big leaving us in a state of shock;
Of impact,
Lost track;
Still showy and wanted to knock off block.
(Signatures do seem to be out of stock.)

Jim Horn...

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We'll just say I love you,
(though people say it's just puppy love,
though it never was between them and me,
but me and you)
and I know I always will,
but we are not "we" anymore,
so I will now sign this really big,
like ole John Hancock,
I will make it big,
so you won't have to squint your pretty eyes to read it,
so let me sign this declaration of independence,
saying it is no longer "we",
but the new "me", since again,
I'm on my own....

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