Words sparingly like spice oil
pictures paint the cook book
sometimes when we find each other
we sit and stare and look
though I'm ever skin and bone
I am still amazed
I can spit and wink and grin
and listen, listen ... out comes praise.
This is the draft cover image for my ebook rerelease of poetry from 1974, 1975, 1976; chapbooks, flyers, broadsides. There is no door Songs...