Well not exactly the most, but certainly the hairiest. Harried lakes. And Fred gone out for lunch. Huh, asked the bartender. Just tending my bar. Looks more like a post, you should stop and go home, spoke Joseph as he pulled out his crowbar. What are you doing, asked the bartender. Just tending my bar you riff raff, now beat it or I smash your post in. Its not very post like d od od od. Oki said smoki. Lots a friendly folk round here all in one place. all in one little place. dis is one tiny place for all these friendly people.
Title poem from my first chapbook, from 2001. Below are the front and back covers for the handmade edition.
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